The walls shook, music echoed the floor

Boys holding hands with boys openly

Beautiful faces, sculpted torso, toned arms

They leaned on each other, holding hands walking down the corridor

I looked at them in envy

I wanted to have what they had

I missed the feeling of being with a partner exploring new worlds in conspiracy

The music pulsed deeply, I lit a cigarette and slowly took in a drag

The room was dark and there was an air of danger

A quiet storm brewed

Feelings of comfort and a flint of joy swam inside

To be alone in a den of lovers, free and open shrouded by the night, the shadows, the dark spells

This was exactly where I needed to be.