One Night

One night, in the shadow of a borrowed room, two bodies met, not as lovers, but as strangers seeking forgetfulness. The sheets whispered secrets that would never be spoken, and time, indifferent to names, slipped through restrained. Your gaze, a fleeting spark, a beacon in the storm of the fleeting. My hands, a map without a destination, traced paths across your skin. There were no promises, no mornings planned. Only the now, the moment that claimed us as its own. And when dawn broke the spell, we left in silence. No goodbyes, no questions. Two shadows dissolving into the vastness of the city.