I Slept with Her Again
I Slept with Her Again
We had known each other many times over the years,
and our relationship resumed with the ease of old lovers,
who knew every move and turn without thinking.
She was my favorite and our love resumed swiftly,
as if the intervening years had never taken place.
I knew every turn of phrase before she ever spoke.
Her words caressed me with an easy familiarity.
We reminisced and she told me the same story,
she had told me so many times over the years.
She made me laugh. She made me cry.
The memories overwhelmed me of the time we spent together.
I fell asleep with her pages spread across my chest.