He lays on the bed.
Nothing but money on his mind.
He has to make a living, he has kids at home.
Times are tough.
When it rains it pours.

I lay next to him.
Feel his body next to mine.
My heart starts pounding as my fingertips trace his jawline.
Our faces touch, and a tear falls on his cheek.
I wipe my eyes, my whole body shaking.
He kisses me, his mouth with the taste of desperation and regret.

I break away from him, get off the bed, and hand him everything in my wallet.
His eyes turn red as his heart breathes for the first time.
"Are you serious? You don't have to do that."
My eyes fall.
"I know."
I walk out of his sanctuary and shut the door behind me.
That's when I learned the true meaning of selflessness,