a brand new fresh start.
clean.
the details were in the fabric we left at the door..
we broke down and melted into the sheets..
just whispers and soft hands..
eyelash kisses.
then the next morning came,
and we rose back to the surface of the covers..
sheepish smiles..
akward goodbyes..
a phone number scribbled on a piece of paper..
sunken deep in my left jacket pocket..
good morning san francisco...
