just wearing trainers. Next thing I know we’re standing in a freezing living room because you forgot to close the windows. Wrapped myself into a blanket and made my way back to your room where you’re already choosing music to try and set the mood. You know I always said no to The Boatman’s Call but it’s your last week away from home and I’m too tired to complain. You go through an inherited collection, almost changing records twice while I try to keep my eyes from closing to the sound of Lime Tree Arbour.
your silhouette, while the sound of kids playing football outside silences Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere? You never found a home amongst these busy streets and sleepless nights. You no longer blink an eye at the amount of people outside after the sun sets but still you say this city hasn’t grown on you. I could never get used you to your times and that’s why I’ve yet to feel homesick. I crawl into your sheets and they feel wrong It might just be from lying on your side. I haven’t stopped shaking since we left the restaurant and you know. “Are you still cold?” you whisper as you gently place your hand along my waist. Pulling me closer, I nod. “Are you still cold?” your body softly clicking into mine. “Are you still cold?” your arm around me as I feel your heartbeat to the pace of mine. “Are you still cold?” your fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me but millimeters away from you. “Are you still cold?” as I can no longer move. “Are you still cold?” as your grip on my body strengthens. “Are you still cold?” as I feel your lips tremble against my skin. “Are you still cold?”
As the wind blows in through the window I notice your fingertips on my skin. They move in circles, changing direction approximately every ten seconds. A stain is formed on your shirt as you blink and I can still taste the salt as I get up to kiss you. I wish I had something to say but I l don’t get why you’re leaving, so I’ll leave this up to you. Without looking me in the eyes you slip me out of my dress and into one of your sweaters. I walk to the door to turn off the light and let the record spin it’s final track. You’re lying on my side but I don’t mind. I’m lying for your life but you don’t mind. Through the curtains streetlights illuminate
But I guess I’ll always be.
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