Her arm around my neck her nose buried on my cheek her breath clinging on my skin her hand tracing my face the final trail of her fingers and her steps pulling back.
The interminable look in her eyes before she sleeps and her slightly open mouth. The way she turned away and the way she ran back to me. The sound of her footfalls the weight of her embrace her pressing lingering scent and her ******* crushing on my chest. Her skin devouring my skin and the time perishing in our hand.
The wave of her hair the flaunt of its strands the arch of her shoulders the sway of her arms the spaces between her legs the years between her steps her last endless glimpse her back becoming walls her sheer infinity and the sound of the stars as it explode one by one.
I stood there watching her warmth slowly disappear. Because this is what it's like when someone who does not love you any longer walks away.