The next day, my shoulder still smells of you. I shove my nose in it, hunching over, pushing it in. There’s a little bruise – a thumbprint – from when you grabbed me tightly, from when you picked me up and wrapped me around your waist. There’s a scratch from your earring that pressed into my neck.
The smell of you fades from my skin. The bruises take a few weeks, as does the scratch. It’s some time before I realise that my body has cast you off. I sit at the kitchen table, waiting for my mind to do the same.
Yes - absolutely!