Bedroom of 2003

The aroma of karma surrounds you;
etched like a tattoo on your smile.
You saw me the way I needed you to.
Through life and death, we promised forever
in your bedroom.
I forgot to pay the bill.
But I swear to God it wasn’t by free will.
I need the warmth of your embrace,
and your brisk lips on my hips.
What’s so complicated about writing
a story where we never grow up?
I need you now before I fall asleep
to the sickest silence, playing
rewind through what we had in 2003.

(© 2022 AC)

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