My blood froze; his smile widened.
The fridge contents killed my passion.
And so, they discovered the door.
Pretty shoes; raw heels, blistered toes.
Stolen moments, sweet nothings, broken heart.
Snoring stranger, furry mouth, empty bottles.
“Finally,” he said, “I’ve found you.”
In solidarity, the clock stopped ticking.
Suddenly, the doll’s eyes sprang open.
“Sorry”, he mumbled, not meaning it.