Fleeting

The sheets still warm, but cold between,

a quiet room with nothing seen.

Door clicks soft, a closing sound,

indifference lost where lust is found.

Keycard lies face down, cracked, alone,

a brief encounter, all unknown.

No words were said, no memories made,

just a moment’s flame that quickly swayed.

Fleeting touch, the silent cost,

a meaning lost, forever tossed.