Past

Three years ago and he’s got his arm around another girl, its 1am and you know where they are gonna go. Except you don’t because this merely a image you have created in your mind. You didn’t know him three years ago. That time has long since past.

Its 2am in the present time and he’s lying next to you and here you are thinking, imagining all the girls he has touched. All the places his body has been, in the time when he didn’t know your name. Or if he did you were merely a chance glance or a name called out across a classroom. You weren’t anything to him then. Nor was he to you. You think back to a time you couldn’t possibly remember, as it is not your time, and you snuggle in closer, push your body closer into his warmth. He is your baby now. Who cares about the past. He has called your body his and you have taken his body for yours. There is a way that you feel when you are together, a bond, a sizzle, love not lust. And you think, that girl, or the countless girls that have been with your one at 1am, 2am any hour, you think, those girls missed out. You are his one and only now. There is no reason to dwell on what has been in the past.