you wanted to treat me well.

but thought you couldn't

you couldn't because

you didn't want to

but you did.

and i return to this part of her body

i return to her legs

i return to her breast

and with my head heavy and so full of love and hope

i lay my wet cheeks on her heart beat and i weep for her memory.

her arms holding on so tight, for so long, wishing she could let go.

she hurts now more than we ever could,

and its so warm and the sun has given us that red skin,

the kind that makes you burn up at night and sweat all the colour out

the sheets are torn and smell of the garden.