(Teacher and Student intertwined, one last time)
Teacher:
I held her like time was mine to bend
her breath folded into the hush of my palm.
I never meant to fall this deep,
but she became the gravity in every choice I made.
Her mouth was a promise.
Her whimper, my undoing.
She never knew
I left that door open long before she thought to knock.
Student:
I touched her like I'd never be allowed again.
Each kiss, a plea.
Each sigh, my oath.
She wasn't just my teacher
she was the lesson I wanted to repeat forever.
I knew I was already hers,
long before she said my name like it was a possession.
I never stood a chance.
And I never wanted one.
Both:
We weren't fate.
We were choice made again and again
in every glance, every stolen hour, every moan in the dark.
Sinful. Sacred.
Irrevocable.
Even if the world turned cold,
we would still find warmth
in the shape of each other's names.
We were always the ending.
We are still the beginning.