Challenge
You find an intimate article of clothing in your bedroom that isn't yours. You live alone and no one else has been in your bedroom for several months.
Write a prose piece or a poem. Any genre, length, etc. Could be a short scene, could evolve into a novel. Do whatever.
Never
My fingers linger
wrinkled t-shirt
stuffed
under my mattress
I feel so lonely
missing him
I hold the cotton
to my nose
and sniff his scent
pungent, masculine
and remember
who he was
and what he meant
to me
why did he leave?
I still loved him
remembered his laugh
the way
we would stroll
along our beach
and he would say
how much he loved me
memories flooded
the wetness
of our lovemaking
the whisper
of our words
the feel
of his body
and the day
when I wept
as the rich earth
was shoveled
over his casket
and he vanished
from my life
but never
from my heart
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