You Think, You Think
And then the jolt comes, he sighs, she sighs, they both sigh.
It's over.
He rolls off her, turns away. She feels a tear trickle down her cheek. And she closes her eyes. His breath is heavy, deep... she knows he's fallen asleep, everytime, he falls asleep.
She closes her eyes, and tries hard to will herself to sleep.
'So what do you want? What do you hope?'
All gone, everything's amiss, nothing is right.
Except.
She doesn't know what's going on anymore... it's just duties, duties and more duties.
Minishorts will be away for the week on business. Thanks for the love and kisses. Muaks.