I have'nt the energy, to rearrange the sheets
I'll let your imprint  absorb into my memory
this coffee I sip, seems bittersweet
the soft closing of the door is complete
what we had last night, was lost in the morning
was your secret thought, too much for your longing
does his tantilizing breath capture your senses
the feel of his new touch, leaves you defenseless
wondering? what am I to do, is overwhelming
shall I throw you a rope, grasp at a new beginning
would you catch it, so I can pull you back in
or is the last loop, the final ending?