Water bottles
Kept at his bedside like the empty memories that he keeps "just cause"

The red curtains, just like his heart, drape across the sleeve of his jacket.
They help to keep the world out
Cause red is said to attract the bull, right?
The last thing he needs is another blow to the head from an angry animal
Yet that is all he craves

The feeling of his warm, rough finger tips tracing my skin almost tells the story of an ex lover
She was gentle but firm
It was obvious that she had been worked and that was taking it's toll on her
On him

In the midst of this
The hairs on his arms danced their way across to mine
As if moving to the rythm of my breathing
Our bodies merged in to a new song
The sound of his heart and mine began to blend in harmony
He begins to forget the lyrics to his old favourite song

The heart
Time is said to heal it
But the empty look in his eyes can't possibly hide the pain that still lies within his
The eyes are the windows to the soul
But for me,
He sees no point in the frames

The tears
 that drag themselves down his face begin to appear
when he unfurls her name from his lips
As if they thought they would never be freed

It's 2am and the rain is shouting at the window
Begging to be let in
It's been so long since he was vulnerable to someone
Something
The idea of his clothes sticking to his body seems to terrify him
"I will never let anything cling to me or get close to me again."

The bellowing silence created an elephant in the room

No matter how many times the question is asked
There is the same answer
"I'm fine"
But are you?
When the only time you feel safe is behind the the red curtain
Next to the water bottles
Kept at the bedside
like the empty memories that you keep
"Just cause".