her lips pressed against
mine, my heart racing
her eyes and mind
wander
a constant craving she
fails to fulfill.
at night she sleeps
with ghosts of past
present is irrelevant
insufficient
(like funds on my credit card
when purchasing a gift, for her.
how ironic.)
and she says
babe
i wont be here forever
only long enough
to make you
love me.
(i know.)