Summer nights. Dark skies, stars bright.
He walks into the old hotel room.
She’s there. She’s always there on those
Him. Her. Them, Together.
The smell of whisky and burned
Hours later, he leaves. He always leaves,
He walks into the house, Home.
Lays in bed, next to me.
His side, my side, us meeting in the
I turn to him, eyes meet.
His love, my love, our love.
Her smell, the marks she left behind.
He knows, I know.
I stayed, not love, dependency.
His power over me.
Until, oh until,
I left. Fully.