Back then,
I was desperately in
love.
It was one of these days
that we spent together.

We laughed, kissed,
made love to each other.
We were filling up each other
holes in our hearts.
Just by being together.

On that day we made
love.
Our bodies were heavy,
covered in salty haze.
On his neck was a mark
of my passion.

And just like that,
he stood up,
put on his pants,
and heated cold lasagna.

And just like that,
I was laying on his bed
completely naked.
My body getting cold.
My heart getting cold.

Back then,
I thought that the moment was
perfect.
Not because it was romantic.
No.
It wasn't romantic at all.
But,
but, because it felt real.

And just like that,
I hoped that we would never forget, this moment.
I hoped that our memories wouldn't vanish,
to the dark,
just like the world behind his window at midnight.