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.
I wish I had never said yes to her.
The warmth fades. I can feel the coldness of the sheets again.