It had been over a year since I'd seen him -
the blue-eyed wild wolf of a man I use to know.
He was all muscle abd tattoos and dimples -
loud laugh, strong hands.
I'd spent a winter and part of the spring in his bed a year ago, before he left for the war.
And now..he was back, briefly, about to leave this town for good -
headed fot bright city lights.
I'd come to say goodbye, wish him well.
We sat and we talked and he said I smelled exactly the way I used to, perfume and shampoo.
It was as if no time had passrd, sitting there drowning in the flickering television light.
He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
and he kissed me deeply like he always used to, wrapped fingers around my throat like he knew I loved,
his body felt like coming home after a long day.
Familiar?
comforting?
Tracing fingers over scars and ink I use to love to touch.
And then it was over,
and we lay in the darkness, entwined and laughing so goddamn hard.
And I remembered exactly why I fell so hard over a year before.
And when I left,
he held onto me at the door.
And I breathed him in and he kissed me quick and I desperately tried not to let myself think about what could have been.
In another life,
we might've lived in a big house, with a big yard and a dog or three.
Had the timing been right,
had he fallen with me before the war.
but this is where we were, here and now, me walking down the street, warm summer night, leaving him standing alone in his doorway for the very last time.
the blue-eyed wild wolf of a man I use to know.
He was all muscle abd tattoos and dimples -
loud laugh, strong hands.
I'd spent a winter and part of the spring in his bed a year ago, before he left for the war.
And now..he was back, briefly, about to leave this town for good -
headed fot bright city lights.
I'd come to say goodbye, wish him well.
We sat and we talked and he said I smelled exactly the way I used to, perfume and shampoo.
It was as if no time had passrd, sitting there drowning in the flickering television light.
He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, throwing me on the bed.
and he kissed me deeply like he always used to, wrapped fingers around my throat like he knew I loved,
his body felt like coming home after a long day.
Familiar?
comforting?
Tracing fingers over scars and ink I use to love to touch.
And then it was over,
and we lay in the darkness, entwined and laughing so goddamn hard.
And I remembered exactly why I fell so hard over a year before.
And when I left,
he held onto me at the door.
And I breathed him in and he kissed me quick and I desperately tried not to let myself think about what could have been.
In another life,
we might've lived in a big house, with a big yard and a dog or three.
Had the timing been right,
had he fallen with me before the war.
but this is where we were, here and now, me walking down the street, warm summer night, leaving him standing alone in his doorway for the very last time.