one morning, maybe...

Angel,

One morning, maybe you will wake up very very early. You will have packed all of your bags the night before so that you do not have to think about anything.. You rise from the bed in a darkened room, slow and quiet - letting slumber fall from your limbs as you move to get dressed...

You will walk quiet through your house, bags and keys in hand. Without combing your hair or brushing your teeth or even fully waking up, you will climb into your car. The car sounding loud in the still and silence of the neighbourhood as you back out of the drive. Yawning and waking up, you head into the city.

And maybe on this morning you will pull into the parking lot, park the car and head up to a man and a bed that are waiting for you. I will hear your key in the door and hear you as you step into a dark apartment. Bags and coat placed on the sideboard and removing of clothes as you enter the bedroom.

I will be aware of you and follow your movements by sound, but I will pretend to stay asleep as I feel your naked form slide under the white sheets. I will adjust as you settle into the pillows and press your back to my chest. My arm wrapped around you, hands held - the scent of you filling me as I place a kiss on the back of your neck...

Here we will drift for a while just so that we can wake in each other's arms...

Here we will steal a little time and taste what might have been...

Just me.