his lips suckled her right breast
as she lay closely to his chest
the windows swung to the melody of the wind
he didn't mind the scars on her chest or those from her burst appendix
and in all the time that he touched her
she never once did moan in pleasure or respond
his left hand fiddled with her hair
whilst the other found itself entwined with hers
"you're beautiful",he'd whispered every time he raised his head
the rain poured
entering the wide open windows on the second floor
but still she did not respond
her body remained cold and her lips blue
they remained alone for hours in the hidden room
he made love to her until he couldn't move
and when he was done cleaned her up
before closing the windows and mopping the floors
because the next day was her funeral