I found him on the floor in his own vomit.
I was in love with him, I still am.
I helped him to the bath where I stripped him and bathed him, and spoke to him softly.
He smiled at me, blew kisses at me.
His blurry eyes; they are green eyes, the most beautiful eyes that ever loved me.
I put him inside his white sheets naked.
I lay next to him close and quietly, stroking his face until he passed.
I cut a crescent lock of his black hair; he never stir.
While he slept, I cleaned; like nothing happened.
But, it is true they were there; I saw them.
I kissed him and lay my head on his heart.
Only the sound of his breath.
Only the sound of his blood.
When he woke, he did not know I had been there.
When You Were Mine 