The curtains where drawn.
The forlorn
Fact of an act,
Remembered, when alone
At home.
She was, perhaps Japanese,
And tried to please,
In english, broken, so softly spoken.
Something was said about a condom.
He did, then was gone.
Maybe, God sees.
K Morris - Poet 
This is actually very sad, Kevin.
Yes it is a sad, poem Robbie. But, sadly such things do happen and poetry has a responsibility to be honest about both the good and the bad (plus the grey) in this world of ours. Thanks for commenting. Kevin
Yes, of course, Kevin, that is the beauty of poetry.
Indeed it is, Robbie. Thanks for commenting and enjoy your week.
Best wishes, Kevin
Oh, so sad, Kevin, but beautifully written.
Thanks, Vivienne. Best wishes, Kevin