This Could be The Last Time

He holds her in his arm and slowly she drifts. Slowly she drifts. Slowly she drifts.

She doesn't know where her heart lays, but there it is, rested in his arms.

She's not sure what happens next, but here, he's kissed her one more time.

Exhausted. exhausted. they've been fighting too long. they've been fucking too long.




She loves him. SHe says nothing about the nightmares as he looks at the clock and considers home. She wants to beg him to say. to hold her a little longer. She wants to pull him down again, to kiss him once or twice for persuasion.

But she's silent and she shivers in his absense. She falls asleep eventually.