watching the shadow of the sun as it rises, the smell of her body and her sheets still linger on his skin. he's never been the one to leave in the morning, but then again he's never been led on. he knows she doesn't care if he stays or if he goes,
she'll find someone new in a few hours.
it's daylight outside but her curtains are pulled and it's hard to see in her bedroom. in complete darkness he pulls on his shirt and puts his shoes on his feet. he's memorized her room, memorized it in a night; his last night. 
his stomach growls and he's hungry for food and 
somewhere in his heart he's hungry for her. 
she was a beautiful lover and he wants to stay with her, but he wants to leave her even more.