My back arched up off the bed as she held my wrists together above my head. She trailed kisses down my neck and to my breasts.
I don’t remember letting her in again, but maybe that’s because she never left me.
I still find her things scattered throughout my house. I should have never let her go, but that doesn’t matter now. She’s here – I don’t know how or why, but I don’t care.
It’s been so long since I felt her lips against mine. So long since I felt her fingers pulling at my hair, or pushing me down.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
She smiles. Her hand runs up along my thigh, stroking and rubbing small circles.
“You were gone,” I whisper, “I saw it.”
The circles have stopped.
“Please,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. I don’t want this to end again. I need it – I need her.
I drop my hand down to my thigh, looking for her.
My lips are dry; her touch is gone. I refuse to open my eyes and see this for what it was – another cruel trick.
The coldness of her absence prickles against my skin.