I woke up when I didn't feel her skin against mine. It was still night, the lights from the street dimly illuminated our little motel room.
A Poem about a past that haunts you and from which there is no escape. If I have overcome this feeling of hopelessness, so can others :)
Falafel Blues 15
. I saw Leila sleeping peacefully, almost like a child, while Pierre was sitting at the edge of the bed, fingers interlocked.