Prohibited

I was in her bedroom, our clothes scattered around the place
A cigarette in my hand, praying to fade away sooner than the smoke coming out of my lungs;
Maybe if I left right now, this moment would stay impregnated in my skin
in my veins
Maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be so hard to leave when she woke up
When her husband called to say he's coming home from work
When we had to turn the lights on