My Fucked Up Life.

Just Like Her.

She looks me straight in the eye.
Her eyes are warm and loving and blue.
She smiles, puts her hands in my hair and kisses me.
Softly.

Just like her.

She pulls away quickly.
And stares into my eyes again.

Only this time.
The look Is different.

She's not smiling.
Her hands are on the bed.
She pulls away so our noises aren't touching anymore.

She's remembering.
The other girl.
The love of my life.
Remembering that night.
At the winter ball.

My love dressed elegantly in blue.
And I in similar colors.
With me.
Reaching up.
Putting her hands around my neck and shoulders.
Looking into my eyes and kissing me.

I know that's what she's thinking of.

She stands abruptly.

Slides on her jacket to cover up the cuts on her shoulder.

Takes my cheeks in her hands with glassy eyes.
Kisses my forehead.
And leaves.