A violin played in the distance
The song, I Don’t Wanna Know
She rested, her face wrapped for a suitor beneath her a towel by the pool.
My eyes, covered with sunglasses.
Her eyes closed, absorbing the heat of a thousand suns, burning my skin from within.
A cool breeze scuttled its way across my inhibition, casting an awkward smile and a silence I couldn’t bear to touch.
A trusted friend, she left me for heavy breathing,
A clinic she went in, and the baby was no more.