I lay
staring
at the spinning blades,
could hear your deep breathing,
it was almost a snore.
Our lovely-odor
permeated
the dimly-lit
room.
I lay
and bore witness
to the strewn clothes
lying in various places
around on the floor,
remembering your
wild-antics.
I lay
there
& for a brief moment,
it felt like only we existed,
then the sound of a radio
clicked on somewhere
down the hall,
probably six doors
away
from our
room.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
I lay
staring
at the spinning blades,
could hear your deep breathing,
it was almost a snore.
Our lovely-odor
permeated
the dimly-lit
room.
I lay
and bore witness
to the strewn clothes
lying in various places
around on the floor,
remembering your
wild-antics.
I lay
there
& for a brief moment,
it felt like only we existed,
then the sound of a radio
clicked on somewhere
down the hall,
probably six doors
away
from our
room.
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