The lingering scent of those tangerine candles that you bought for me
so long ago. All of the wicks are black and ash to the root. There’s still a little
tanginess to the scent, but I don’t smell it.
It’s in my head.
It was the way your lips, mouth, tongue
Your fingers moving up and down my body at an agonizingly
making me shudder.
I see your outline in the mirror. It’s dark but I see it.
Or maybe I’ve seen you so many times that I don’t need to see you to know how you look like anymore.
Your laugh always bounced off the wall,
echoing a million times over and over again
like a broken record. But I don’t mind it.
That’s all that is left of you
here, in this room
and here, in my heart.
I’m attempting these prompts with Parvathi over at Queen Talks and these prompts, “The Lonely Astronaut” were set by Amanda Torroni and Tyler Kent White. I’m combining prompts from these and the Official NaPoWriMo.