he had the last glance.
in crowded cafeteria rooms,
and lonely hallways,
he was always the one looking for her.
ares lover by his side.
so why was he still searching?
she was special to him,
was his lover not?
she held his heart in ways he wasn't expecting.
she was always a woman of surprises,
and he loved that about her.
her honesty,
the innocence she used as a disguise,
her smile.
he loved it all.
and in the ghost of his bed,
it felt cold.
the bodies that have laid there.
the women he's undressed.
whatever warmth there used to be,
that women used to bring.
it had gone away with her.
and he wasn't sure if it was ever coming back.
