By Andre-Marie Tabarnac / Contributor
I could not see him, yet I could feel his presence like a glimpse of northern lights in a turbid night.
Tongue has amnesia, heart stops for an endless second lips imitating the word ‘hello", not able to produce any sound.
The smell of a strong aphrodisiac fragrance and expensive cigars, sticky and heavy peanutbutterflies in my stomach.
I wish I could snooze feelings forever.
A cold dry hug with no eye contact Two seconds of distant closure and four layers between us, where there used to be none.