Emberashpoetry Stories

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. Thi...