Last night, she arrived
Wet from the rain,
her breath was fast
hair clinging to flushed skin.

It was supposed to be goodbye,
but the way she trembled
when I touched her wrist,
we knew we were lying

I kissed her neck
each touch pushed him from her mind
until only I remained.

She gave herself over,
as though her body already knew
there could be no more deceptions.

It was more than just fucking.
We scrubbed the past.
By morning, she understood
She wasn’t his anymore

She looked at me
with eyes full of truth,
a smile without guilt.
And didn’t say sorry.