We had one night. One night free of inhibitions. One night of disregard for others. Our minds connected in deep conver… My hand brushed shoulder.
The Earth is drenched almost sole… yet my desert is dry. What kind of nature is named mothe… that lets deserts die.
Before anything as I walked into the room I had to see her
I keep these gifts you gave me to haunt myself with your ghost. Your scent long since faded. Your face somewhat a blur. You are nothing but a memory.
