He left his fingerprints behind as evidence he had been here.
Scraping the reminder of his kiss from my tongue with the back of his lips.
How I longed for another one.
Pillows stacked in the drift of tangled bedsheets.
Warmth emanating from his flesh.
Mine curved into the pits and slopes of his side like a feeble kitten. Smitten.
His absence a scare.
Tears melding the nights shut.
I wish despair were a fortitude of I love you's, that way I could ignore his silence.
Metal scorching our ears like hot soup. Stealthily.
My appetite preceding the loss of his touch.
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