He was happy yesterday.
Happy because of me.
And he didn't hide it,
Or keep it inside.
He let me see it.
He wore it all over his skin.
He reveled in it.
And wanted me to.

Even after the day we'd had,
And the night cuddled up with old movies in front of the tv;
I was shocked an hour after we'd said goodnight,
When I heard him slip into my room.

I wasn't asleep yet... I couldn't.
My mind was whirling with the events of the day,
The day that I would never forget...

But it still didn't prepare me for him climbing into my bed,
Or the way his deep brown eyes looked into mine,
Or the way he touched his finger to my lips...

He wanted more.
To be and to be given to.

-And just like when he laid his head in that girl's lap a few moments ago,

I didn't hesitate for a second,
I gave him everything I could.

And I didn't stop until he stopped asking,
Until his hands stopped pulling me to him,
Stopped guiding me under him.

Stopped holding me where he wanted me to stay.

I didn't stop until they stilled.
His whispers and cries fell quiet, His eyelids fell closed for the last time.

I fell asleep bathed in his scent,
Lulled by his gruff, satisfied breaths,
With hope that I'd stop telling myself to stay away,

Because...

He'd come to me and told me he didn't want me to- He wanted me near, He'd held me as close as he could.

Yesterday.

The day that we both reveled in, And that day that's gone.
The day that closed its eyes to prepare for A New,
A New that with every minute is crushing every ounce of my hope...

And with every simple stroke of his hair, renewing him. For her.
Her- Who has her hand full of silken strings in his head.

Her...

Who has him right where she wants him.

Today.