RedSky12741

I watched the plane go down on another man's soil and wondered where love goes when the breathing stops and how the bodies would find someplace to sleep for the night. The way you hum is so sad like you live an ordinary life she said, turning her back on the window to face the television, the noise drowning out her sweater. I tried to remember how she looked without her clothes, naked on the porcelain tiles that night in Seville, when I said the moon would stop for her but the engine drowned out her face.