Objects in the Mirror...

Today I dressed in the exact same outfit I wore when you first kissed me. I was not aware I did this, I made no conscious decision, but as I sat down and tugged up the zipper on the back of my boot I looked up into the mirror and recognized what I had done. Then I remembered.

Your hands in my hair, on my breasts, your lips and your breath on my neck. I remembered the sensation, the smell, the taste of it all. Standing in front of my mirror.

I sat down. I looked at my phone. With a sigh I buried it deep in my purse.

I tugged down the zippers on my boots and put on shoes instead.

Then I walked out without looking back again.