Glimpse into the past.

The day awakens.
Songs of birds fragrant the air,
The flow of traffic three flights down,
Her breath softly moves across my chest,
With a finger she slowly traces the black ink under my skin,
Her lips fall like a feather on the corner of my mouth.
My eyes still closed,
The softness of her voice cracks my hard facade,
A faint whisper of I love you hangs in the air,
Then a coldness creeps in,
My heart aches once more,
A single burning tear rolls down,
I wake.