City Lights, Lingering Touch

The city breathes below, a restless energy I used to crave. Now…now it feels distant.
He found me on nights like these, lost in the echo of choices made and unmade. A quiet observer of my solitude, until he wasn’t anymore.
I remember the silkiness of this blouse against my skin, a deliberate choice for an evening that felt too much like surrender. Surrender to what? Perhaps just…being seen.
He used to trace the lines of these buildings with his finger, mapping out dreams we spoke of building together. A shared future now dissolved into wisps of memory.
It’s funny how a single touch can linger long after someone has gone, warming you from the inside on even the coldest nights.

Editor: Grace