saga

he's a memory
locked upstairs
listening to voices
flow from the speakers
surrounding his life
and reminding him of the times
he remembered
to get her alone
and lock the door
reminding the roommate to
leave the door unlocked
and leave the room
she's just as vulnerable as
he made her out to be
and she was as willing
as ever
he held her hand and
told her it was right
and she smiled
as they blended
smoke rose from their
lips and she laughed
subconsiously knowing
where it would lead
and he watched from the
conor of his eye
as she watched him
moving closer to find
a spot on his shoulder
to rest her head
he lead her up the stairs
squeezing her hand
and offering the option of anonymity
and she took it
they took to the sheets
like it was the last thing
they could do
knowing they were under
an influence other than love
and the lust was rushing
through their veins
but she turned him away
before he could have made an impact
greater than that of
every other conquest
and he respected her decision
and held her close
she wasn't fooled by the night
she wasn't decieved by his charm
but she still found herself reeling in the morning
wondering whowhatwhenwherewhyandhow
before she could have her questions answered
saturday night made its presence known
and exploded on the scene
they couldn't find a place to hide
until it was too late
and he was to far gone
to make sense
even though he tried
she even expected
hopeful for more
what was 24 hours in the scheme of things
that they would find another hidden spot
in their abyss of nothingness
and find whatever it was they were lacking
that led them to each other
he never replied
she slept through til morning
and never saw his face again