you look like the sky to me.

How could you not tell that I cared

for you? I blushed when you called me beautiful,

giggled when I felt your hot breath

on my neck. Your hands traced my curves

with gentle grace, a subtle appreciation. There was

sincerity and caution in your touch. Now

there is only silence on your end and I am alone

and strung out on the floor of my kitchen,

cheaper than the bottle of wine I just drank.