He held his old dress shirt to his face and inhaled.
Is that her perfume still lingering after all this time?
He touched his neck lightly and felt her soft, gentle lips
on his skin, her warm breath on his chest.
“So this is the way she will haunt me.”
His lips found his fingertips. Was that her taste?
Is her passion, her desire buried deep in the cells of his skin?
Or is it just the salt water dripping down his face?