Your death didn’t come suddenly, it crept up upon us. We could see it coming, paralysed to stop the inevitable like in a slow-motion horror movie. We lived out our time together too soon. And now you are gone and I am alone.

Nights stretch long as I lie naked between cool sheets. In half-dreams my body remembers you. I feel your fingers trace patterns over my skin, sliding between my thighs with the perfect touch and rhythm. Your lips and tongue embrace my nipple, teeth grazing just the way I like. The little jab of pain accentuating the pleasure with welcome familiarity.

I moan out loud, wet and aching with lust. My forgetful hand reaches for you but finds empty space. Opening my eyes I search for you, but with wakefulness your smell, your taste, your feel fade away. Tears fall. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping you’ll return to me.

You are gone and I am alone, hurting with desire for you.

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