I was propped up behind him,
his back was leaned against me.
We lay like that for awhile,
just talking while I played
with his hair.
His hand rubbed my leg
and it would move
to cover his face as he told me
about his mistakes.
I stayed quiet;
listening.
It was 5 a.m and neither of us
had been to sleep yet.
But it was worth it to
have a few hours together.
Just before the sun started peaking
over the fields,
he kissed me good bye
but wished I didn’t have to go.
I didn’t either.