• I awake to see your face laying on a black silk pillow ,the sun shinning on your sleeping face. I marvel at you. For beauty truly never sleeps. During the night you pulled the covers above you head and now it rests at your shoulders. I sit up and look to see what lead us through the night. I see shoes, pants, and shirts making a trail to the bed. I get out of the bed and start to shuffle my feet in this maze of a room. I find the bathroom and as I showering, I get a glimpse of last night. Me. You. Love. Not the type of love that's in fairy tails nor the love in those naughty flicks, but the love that is true, fearless, and enjoyable, or so I thought. I remember how your neck felt on my lips, how your arms were around my neck, and how warm you were when you snugged against me when it was all said and done. I come back to the bed to see the bed empty and the door leading to the kitchen open. I smile and go to the bed. For this is becoming to regular to me now. First the pillow cases come off, like your shirt when you kiss my neck after I open the door. Then I pull the cover off to reveal the crime scene of love. I toss that aside without a second thought. A stare down commences between me and the sheets that have withstood the love of two people whose mouths can do more then speak the truth. I ball up the sheets and put them with the cover. I notice you standing in the doorway putting on your pants in a hurry.
    “You”re leaving?” I say with a curious tone. By this time I myself am reaching for my jeans.
    “Did you expect more?”. Your words sting as you look at me buttoning your shirt.”I'm not looking for love, and I thought you weren't either”. By this time you are all dressed and are fixing your hair.
    “And if I was, would you stay?” I look at you in those eyes that were once a source of comfort. “Yeah, I was kinda expecting more.” I say as I pull down my shirt and fix it's collar. You stop due to my response and come to my face and hold my chin.”You're sweet, I’ll give you that.” You turn my face and kiss me on the cheek. You lean in closer to my ear and whisper”I prefer sour” and walk towards the door.
    “What the hell does that mean? I ask in a tone clouded in anger and sadness. You turn to me and stare at me.”Tell me, what do you think love is?” you ask. Your eyes are cold and withdrawn.
    “Love is life, putting someone or something above yourself. No matter what can happen, you never let them down.” I say staring at you with eyes that cry for help. “What do think love is?” I ask with a lifeless tone.
    “A dream. And you need to wake up.” you say as you walk out the door. Your steps echo through the hall and the room. I am left alone. I t takes a couple of minutes for everything to register in my head. I put on some music and just lay on the naked bed for a while just thinking. Just thinking. “To sweet, what does that mean. And who would want something sour?” I speak into the air. I sit up a let out a sigh.”Well, this place isn't gonna clean it self. At around 4 I get at text from a friend from high school. “Dude lets party.” is his whole message. I reply with only one word.”Where” and just like I got a new attitude. I am facing my closet and under my breath I say "What's the worst that could happen?" as I grab a hanger.