The city was eager to leave her but she didn't see the signs.
Her mind was too deep in his streets and too comfortable in his sheets
bunched up between her fingers
while his subtle sunlight lingers by the window.
She breathes. Routine.
Wakes up and brushes her teeth.
Warm feet meet cold tile, she tosses her dress
in a pile of laundry while her thoughts sneak out, wandering,
leaving that moment behind, to last night,
to her wine-stained parade
through his midnight charades.
He caught the love in her eyes,
so he decided to stay.
One more day, always.
One more day.
