She smiles when she’s nervous. She’s strokes her hair off her face with her left hand. She is uncomfortable. She has been fucking a new girl or perhaps the firefighter on Fridays.
I really didn’t want to hug her but I knew it’d be the last time I held her close.
There was nothing only an erect woman I once knew
Her body void of feeling. She despised me. My anger couldn’t be reconciled.
Her mourning coffee 