I woke up in a bed.
And the room smelt like you,
I assumed I stayed the night.
I'm sorry.
"Are you feeling better?"
You came in the room with a platter
of coffee and toast.
I nodded my head and took the breakfast
from the plate.
I didn't want to talk about it.
But I could feel your eyes on me.
"I know what you want to ask"
I said.
She looked down on her palms.
"I'm sorry."
I felt a moment of vulnerability, I
didn't want to act cold anymore.
"Finch and I broke up"
Well not officially, I wished to add.
"Yesterday wasn't a good look on me
I know."
-J.S
