Leave the Keys
His lips melt on mine.
Shaking-
Shuddering-
Soft-
Under my hands
He folds.
I no longer care
How exactly this game started.
Only how it is supposed to end.
Warm like the sun
Whose gaze he
Has shied away from,
He lies curled up
In my arms
And he looks
So
Delicate
In my sheets-
In his sleep…
We both knew
This day
Was destined to happen.
Quiet,
I slide his curly locks
Out of his face-
I want to remember
Why we began
Before I write
The epilogue
Of our
Story.
The mirror reflects
My face back at me-
I still wish I could be
The man
He needed me to be-
The man he said he saw
In our photographed reflection....
He stirs.
Doesn’t wake.
I smile.
Slip away-
Leave the keys
On the table
Behind me.
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