just like that, and it's over. you could tell yourself it's ok, a hundred times, a million, but you and i both know it never will be. i've come to recognise the sounds, your sounds. the flutter of our heartbeats when your hand is clapsed around mine, when your tongue rolls in my mouth and your breath so thick with winter's cold and the morning coffee. the slight stir of feelings when our bodies are huddled and the glorious warmth, when our bodies are so intertwined and aligned. you wish we could be young again