Some sort of Memory
The sound of the door being pulled shut echoes indelibly through my memory.
The privacy that the moment seized is what separated me from her.
And it was away from me, that she partook in such illicit
clandestine debauchery.
But, I am no one to hang on to.
My disdain should be just as illicit.
My presumptions beyond excessive.
I am but this dreamer man
and I will stay there
where she is with
me
