White sheets

 

I no longer feel cold laying in those white sheets,

as long as your legs are intertwined with mine.

I trace your face with the tip of my finger,

You hold it as if you want me to stop and look away,

What’s wrong?, i ask

You look into my eyes and there it is,

I see everything.

You say

I wish I had never said yes to her.

The warmth fades. I can feel the coldness of the sheets again.

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