Ninight
He’s cooking for me again and made some bruschetta to munch on until everything is ready
You held me
the way a stranger holds an elevator
I could taste the sense of obligation on your breath
when you left
He’s cooking for me again and made some bruschetta to munch on until everything is ready
You held me
the way a stranger holds an elevator
I could taste the sense of obligation on your breath
when you left
