Poems & Stories & Rants

Progression

I could barely make out

the creases in your cheek

from your grin

in the dimly lit hall.

"You taste like Ever-clear."

I chuckled and breathed

into your neck.

"My bad." I mumbled.

And just like that

we were at it again,

your mouth on mine.

Trying to be quiet.

I wondered how

we got to this point,

How drastically our

situation has changed.

"I'm scared to lose you.

I wouldn't be able to

get over it."

You held my cold hands.

"You'd be okay." I assured.

You shook your head.

"I don't know."

You whispered.

And that was okay.