Crickets

It was dark, a little after midnight, in your room while we were trying to explore each other's bodies. Both half-dressed, you on top of me. We stared at each other's eyes, trying to connect our souls and leave the talking to them, as our mouths were pressed to each other, my tongue exploring yours. We closed our eyes.

Your lava lamp was the only source of illumination. I saw how you looked at me the way you never did before, I knew in that moment you were to open your mouth to tell me something. I turned my face away, and said "No."

I went home before sunrise, with tears falling down my cheeks, and knew that it was the last of you and I.