| Last night, there was someone in my bed who wasn't you. As he pulled me close I found myself wanting you. And despite the empty hollow in my soul and the shattered look in his eyes, we both accepted the comfort the other had to give. |
| In the dark there is only this- the feel of skin and cloth soft sounds from sleeping frames warmth of two entwined together seeking comfort from nameless pain that neither will vocalize. In the light there is only this- unspoken understanding business as usual pain that returns at daybreak and the knowledge that the night can never erase it. |