“I wish it happened this way.”
She whispered in my ear as we lay in her bed with candles and a lamp as the only light sources on her nightstand,
She looks into my left eye, then my right, then my lips,
And then back into my eyes again yet tears begin to build up in hers and so are mine.
Yet she wipes mine from my eyes and says,
“Please don’t stay here, don’t stay stuck here.“
She then kisses my forehead, then places hers against mine.
And I wake up.
After Dark Poetry 