Actually it Was Never Hers

The sight of her bag by his front door always made him happy. The tattered gym bag meant the girl would sleep over. When she first started spending the night with him, only a change of under ware and cosmetics would travel with her. A bulging bag delighted the lonely man because it was his sign she was his for the weekend. Forty eight warm love filled hours. He would hide her bag on Sunday to prolong her visit. But he never begged her to stay. And so she left for good.