In the morning I lost my breath. His steel hug almost broke my ribs.
His beard tickled my neck as his lips peacefully whispered morning prayer.
In the afternoon I lost my goal. His steel grip almost crushed my fist.
We walked around town, along the unknown streets, and counted our fights in steps.
In the evening I lost my heart. His steel teeth bit my soft lips to the blood.
His lips were hard and cold and his eyes were distant and grey. Just like the sky above the city.
In the morning I had nothing... Nothing but a hollow heart and wounded lips.