Excerpt From A Sad Account
by niallkillian
That night, while you slept soundly I could not. I got up and sat at the desk
Wrote you a letter on hotel letterhead, fool I was to use such strong words.
I’d written to you before, many letters we’d shared, many feelings and secrets
I didn’t want it to end, when I slipped back in to bed; your skin was so cold
You woke, and asked me was I ok? I lied and said I’d needed a glass of water.