Glimpse into the past.

Desire. Dreams. Longing.

The day awakens.
Songs of birds fragrant the air,
The flow of traffic three flights down,
Her breath softly moves across my chest,
With a finger she slowly traces the black ink under my skin,
Her lips fall like a feather on the corner of my mouth.
My eyes still closed,
The softness of her voice cracks my hard facade,
A faint whisper of I love you hangs in the air,
Then a coldness creeps in,
My heart aches once more,
A single burning tear rolls down,
I wake.