the moon peaks through the blinds
to find our bodies
spilled together
on the sheets.
she dreams
quietly
beside me.
the bliss is
behind us
and the hours
i face now
are most unkind.
for i know deep down
in the well
of my self
that she will never stay.
it is written on her eyes
clear as a mountain
morning.
she is waiting for someone
else.
i know, i know.
i know.
but that does not stop me
from loving her
with all that is left
in me.
indeed
how could it be
any other
way?