Eternity in Exile

She gazed upon her lover

Encased in a bed of black satin

Eyelids closed, breath even

an occasional twitch, a luxuriant stretch

the flicker of dreams raced across his face

On the bedhead the litter of a shared life

tissues, condoms, books dogeared and tattered

an old pair of stockings draped and dusty

The photos, of them together and of each other

clustered and fighting for space

She leans over him now, careful not to touch him

whispers “I love you” in his ear

He rolls over and moans, passing through her

A hand reaches out, a smile upon his face

Her eyes ached to cry, a moment bittersweet

her arms ached to hold him

To breath in his scent

Her hand reaches out, his skin ripples underneath it

She extends, makes contact, breaks off when he stirs

She knew it was best she leave now before he awoke

She rose, drifted off towards the door

Turns back for one last look

She catches her reflection in the mirror,

nothing more than a blurred heat haze effect.

And in the dust of its surface traces a love heart and a tear

and signs it “your little angel”

Heaven is so lonely without you