I read your letter,

the one you hid

beneath my pillow

when you slipped away.

I could still see the ink

beginning to dry.

I could still smell your cologne

lingering on the sheets,

along with the warmth

your body had left beside me.

I took a hot shower, remembering

our games, our caresses,

the stolen kisses, and the

secrecy that unfolds whenever

we are alone.

I stared at the blank paper,

pen in hand, pensive.

Wondering.

Thinking.

Calculating my response.

Then,

six words.

I pressed a kiss onto

the page as my signature,

folded it neatly, and placed

it beneath your pillow.

Got dressed, and left.

"Yes, I will see you again"