Friday, July 23, 2010
The bed stood against the wall, beneath the window through which we watched the stars--the snow falling softly in the night. Sheets still crumpled and smelling of our final love. His scent lingered on the pillow where I laid my head, mingling with salty tears that fell. How could this have happened? Our love was to last forever. What fate had brought me here? The sheets were warmer not so long ago as we lay tangled in their midst. While dreams were spoken and plans were made. Oh, Fate, you angry bitch, how could you take him? What would I do without his touch, his kiss, his love?
C Hummel Kornell
Posted by C Hummel Kornell at 7:38 AM