By Chas
Date: 9 November 1999

Your room

Green stars on the ceiling
glowing like our love.
I always thought you had the coolest room.
The ceiling fan still runs
even though its almost winter.
I love the smell of this place.
The floor is covered with clothes
and cosmo magazines, thats just like you.
I love to stumble through there to your bed.
your bed...

Then there is the bed.
Where we both lay,
our naked bodies wrapping one another.
The tree outside scraps the roof
and I look at you
your arm drapped across my chest
your head on my shoulder
your leg over mine.
I never knew anyone who breathed so lightly
when they slept
maybe you werent sleeping...

I look over to the table
where my picture lies,
along with pictures of past boyfriends.
I always wonder
why picture was on that table
and not next to your bed
where we both lay.