by
Rayne T. Marzett
_____How can you share a house, or sleep in the same bed with someone and still be so alone? I’m sitting here looking at you. Wondering just when all this happened? We seem to all know when we fall in love. But we never can put a finger on the day or time when love begins to slip away. I look at you and I see what used to be and the happiness that we used to share. I see the same questions looming around your head the same as mine. Both of us to afraid to know the answers because they might lead to something neither can handle. So instead total quiet consumes the room and tears begin to fall. I can no longer sit here in this darkness and wonder if there is any more love left for us. We lost it somewhere. Maybe it fell between the cushions of the couch, underneath the stairs, or in the hallway behind the closet door?
_____Somewhere in the midst of all this stress and fighting is hope. The hope that lingers when lovers can’t give up on each other. When the love that once was makes it possible to stay and fight, to make things like they once where. Before you started the arguments and doing things to get back at me. Before yelling was our only way of communication. After awhile saying I’m sorry was not enough, and a little to late. I know that I’m still in love with you. I’ve allowed the things in my life to come between what used to be so important to me, making you happy. So what do we do about this tattered affair? Do we call it quits or can we begin to fix the things making us unhappy? Deep in the tresses of you heart I can feel that you love me too. Cause why else would you still be here? If you didn’t see something in me that reminded you of what could be.
_____So tonight I take your hand and try to show you with all that’s in me, the love I have for you and what I know you have for me. We make love, because sometimes that all you can do. When words get in the way of telling someone how you really feel. This physical expression of pain, anger, love and sadness is all that there is. We strip down to our bare souls and explain to each other with every lick, thrust, and kiss; how much we mean to each other. How much we need and want to make this work. Between the sweating and moaning the stress melts away and we become one. The heat of the moment mixed with the tension of life makes for a passion that can’t be ignored. In the middle of the night you curl against my body and snuggle into the nape of my neck. I realize that all we really needed was this simple answer to those nagging questions.

The End

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