Write every day, they said.
Write and it will come to you.
Write and your words will flow, they all say.
Pick a word of the day and push yourself, I was told.
Today’s word – indelible.
I thought I’ll make a flippant comment on how writing after a break is as laborious as removing an indelible ink stain off my dress.
But I can only think of you. How your breath scorched my skin and lips set me on fire.
I knew there would be tears later, but my body refused to listen.
“Tonight’s enough”, I shushed the warning voices in my head.
We had no past, and certainly no future together. But you knew how to make me laugh, and only I knew what made you cry.
The sunlight hit your eyes at an angle. It brought the brown and gold hues I loved. You have beautiful eyes. Did I ever tell you that? I think I did, just as we broke off the kissing.
I don’t really remember, you see. It’s been 5 years since you passed. But your warm breath and soft lips on my skin? An indelible mark on my soul.
thinkingthisnthat 