Saline words on our abandoned sheet.

Because it was the night that whispered endearments in my ear instead of your beautiful mouth and scented sighs, it was the surging silence that implored to be hugged by the midnight love instead of your arms that once found their place around my slender frame. It was a sinuous moment unfaithfully bent at the juncture when it all fell apart, a wilted nonsense of caricatured dreams meekly dissecting our little heads. But I stayed.. stuck and dispersed like saline words on our abandoned sheet; reminiscing the jaded moments, the lost kisses, the discarded hugs that fluttered across the burnt pages while you rebuilt the night's charm with a wistful start and an open end.

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