Work Text:
I just woke up. And Nick is gone. How long ago, I cannot tell.
Did he slip out in the dark of night, or did he rise with the sun?
I can still smell him on me. And I can still feel his hands on me.
His touch lingers on my skin, in the way you still feel the movement of the waves long after coming back to shore.
It makes me dizzy, thinking about what we shared last night and the frightening thought that after all, we might never again. We might not ever even meet again.
Soon, he’ll have enough of whatever it is we’re doing; these sporadic, yet frantic and frenzied meetings of two souls, separated by timezones and lifestyles.
But I’m aware there’s no future for us here. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss Nick terribly nearly all of the time.
At least it’s good songwriting inspiration.