Thin sheers whispered that sound only they can make when pushed inward, rolling and slipping into themselves off of a fresh Spring breeze. Warm air was strewn with sights and smells of the season – new birth, fresh blooming flowers, pollen-laden bees buzzing from blossom to blossom spreading promise that new life would continue. She watched silently, as nature danced in the sunbeams falling through branches of hardwoods standing in her yard. An appreciative smile crossed her lips when she thought how rich the sounds of silence became when the after-glow of his lovemaking held her in its embrace. 

Closing her eyes, she left nature’s whispered pledge of continuity and fell into step with a vibration still resonating in her soul. Sex with him was always an event. There was never any hurry when they made love, yet hours turned to mere minutes. There was never enough time. Even a lifetime would be but a moment with him. With intense joy of being in his arms came emptiness of not being close to him any longer. She wondered sometimes why highs of ecstasy had to be counterbalanced with painful lows of separation. Maybe it was a law of nature intended to maintain some semblance of order amongst the chaos of life. Whatever the case, she held onto every shred of his presence for as long as she could. Quiet time by her window became a refuge from the loneliness destined to follow.  

She struggled silently to hold on to the trembling he always left in her possession. Fingertips glided over bare breasts as she remembered, teasing nipples, coaxing sensation to be more than memory.  Her other hand caressed the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs slightly to the warm breeze – the hot breath of her lover. The curve of her back deepened, as she arched into phantom lips hovering over her. Slender fingers slid over closely groomed hair on her mound, tracing lightly along the edges of her labia. Subconsciously, her fingers delivered patient kisses that always fanned flames of want. Her touch became his tongue, sending shivers of renewed desire along the length of her spine. He was there. He was the breeze embracing her nakedness. He was the sun offering comfort and warmth to her reverie. 

Short inward gasps parted her lips, peaking in intensity, signaling her release. Two fingers thrust deeply into her depths, curling against her g-spot, thumb simultaneously pressed and rolled over her clit. Muscles in her body began to dance, contracting and relaxing, stretching in perfectly choreographed orgasm. A deep sigh of satisfaction eased through pursed lips, as she melted into another after-glow, smiling when she felt evidence that the gift of his trembling was still there.  With her hand still in her crotch, she squeezed her legs together, trying to capture the marvel of his penetration. It wasn’t the same. No matter how hard she tried, she knew it would never be the same. Memory could only carry her so far and the journey was endless.

The beat of a broken heart was invisible to every corner of the universe. Her pain was just as expansive. The burden of her loss weighed as much as all the stars in heaven, and the scars on her heart were as unforgiving as those ravaging her soul. A swirling breeze once again filled the sheers, causing them to swell and slip aside, folding in upon themselves with whispered promises of new loves. A mid-morning sun was the only witness to the tears grief pushed out onto her face, as she finally embraced goodbye.

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