She stares into my sleepy eyes from across my bed. I can't see the hurt from this light. There is nothing but bliss in these early hours. She is perfectly beautiful. This quiet moment could last forever but I know it won't. She won't let it. She lightly touches my arm, my chest, my heart. I am familiar with the routine by now and I know she will be leaving me soon. This might be the last time I see her here. She will leave an impression on my thoughts even sweeter than the smell of her skin. I am prepared for it. We will meet again, for the first time of course, and I will act like I don't know her. I will pretend to not care when she pushes away from me. I will act surprised when she wants to kiss me. This is the first and last time I will put myself through this. She is my perfect drug; always and never enough to get me by.
Dec 17th, 2006
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