I should post. I should write. I should capture in black and white the memories from his visit. I should let you all know whether or not my ass was deflowered. I should.
But not tonight. I miss him too much for that tonight.
He flew away from me this morning, sailing in the sky. And I’m painfully lonely. The distance feels greater than before.
I can still smell him on my skin.
But his touch is just a memory.