Trapped

I am stuck in the time of love and sweetness.
The smell on the pillow reminds me of our romantic moments.
the kisses and morning caress that seemed endless.
The wooden coffee table where we had our meals
with smiles and sudden giggles that seemed pointless.
The tireless play of two adults acting like children breaking their innocence.
The hours of snuggling until we find ourselves hungry and sleepless.
I am stuck in the time of love and sweetness.

I am trapped in a time of wanting and being wanted.
The small room, once filled, now empty and disturbingly quiet.
I bear the chill of this cold room that has gotten much colder.
The sweetness of the days and nights has gotten bitter.
Everything here serves as a reminder
that i am trapped in a time of wanting and being wanted by her.