Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A written discourse: This Bed.

If I forget all that was and that could have been, the bed remains. This bed, was ours. It sheltered our bodies at dusk and dawn, it was witness to our talks, to the rushed kisses and the hours long sessions,when our bodies merged, drifted in and out of each other. In this bed, we had made plans, argued over trivialities, rested our tired bones. If I can no longer remember, this bed shall remind me, that it belonged to two people, halves of one heart.

1 comment:

Retromus-ik said...

Sweet. I like this one. Btw, Chris is down for the concert:)