Wednesday, August 12, 2015
He sat in his underwear on my bed crying.
He turned away and sobbed. His heart was broken.
His time of joy ended.
There was nothing to say.....nothing to do.
It had been a long winter of regrets.
He needed to let go. He needed to forget. He needed to move on.
There was no turning back.
What was done, was done.
He should have kept quiet. He should have just left it alone.
That Dick was delicious. That Ass was tasty. The Fucking was great.
But for what?
I held him tight. I kissed his brow.
He just kept sobbing.