Remorse

Remorse.

Beside the wilted candle, a memory lies in dust.
The smell of love long past, is all that's left of lust.
A rumpled robe lays scattered, slippers looking for feet.
A pair of scarlet knickers hide beneath the seat.

It felt so right last night, the music played a beat.
She said “I love you baby” and whisked me off my feet.
We danced and laughed we bought another round,
I looked into her eyes and knew what I had found.

My thoughts were running wild, our passion filled the air.
Small hands that were so gentle, soon led to an affair.
The smell of sweat and stale perfume now permeate the room.
The lust that passed for passion, gone in the morning gloom.

I leave before she lifts her head, she was quite sweet to me.
My conscience pricks, as I depart, I am so sad and so is she.

I never knew her name, she didn't ask me mine.
A number faded on my hand, this passion lost in time.