Peering through lavender curtains

Dim sunlight peering through lavender curtains,

Slowly strengthening.

Her hand slides effortlessly across the cool bed

Collecting his fingers in her palm,

Inhaling a profound breath,

She is intoxicated by this silent moment.

Each visit a whirlwind.

Days packed full,

Nights held close,

Goodbyes whispered.

Embracing the silence

She squints at the hardwood ceiling,

Scoured by time and lack of upkeep,

Lack of attention.

He takes a heavy sign,

Rolls away from her hand,

Bare back blocking

Dim sunlight peering through lavender curtains.

Awake,

His quiet demeanor

Nourished in weary glances,

Avoiding her gaze.

Suddenly springing,

Suddenly moving

Across the dim lit room.

Separately,

Alone,

Tending to morning routines.

Morning routines unshared,

Punished by distance.

Ready for their final day

Before the goodbye whispers threaten

She catches his glance,

Anxious avoidance.

His once booming voice

A trembling timber.

The words she feared.

The dim sunlight subsiding,

Replaced by hot sparks of deception and mistrust.

‘Who is she’ and ‘how could you’ floods the room

Filling her lungs

Tides forcefully rising.

She cannot see,

Cannot breath,

Cannot believe.

His trembling timber fluctuating

Between inaudible breaths and gasps for air

The flood grasping his lungs

Almost more powerfully,

Filling him with guilt,

Filling him with disgrace.

There are no goodbye whispers

No whirlwind visits

No days packed full or

Nights held close.

Only dim sunlight peering through lavender curtains