my eyes were tired from crying
as i sat on the edge of the hotel bed
with covers bundle at the foot
and you breathing softly on the other end
our clothes were scattered on the floor
a t-shirt here, a sweater there
reminding me of a passion
that ceased to exist
and light filtered through the blinds
creating monochromatic stripes on your back
coloring you in black and white
like a old photograph
i wanted to reach out and touch you
feel the warmth of your skin
but the room smelled of sex
and tear filled regret
morning came so quickly
as you slept and I lingered
in the final night of pretending
we were still us