#sapphicache

You left that night like it was nothing. Just a favor. Just a quick visit. Just a virus cleanup.

But the apartment smelled like you for days.

Your perfume clung to my couch. Your jacket brushed my arm. Your breath hit my skin and refused to leave.

I kept replaying it.

The way you stood up. The pause before you opened the door. Like you were about to say something.

But didn’t.

Did you know I touched myself that night?

Of course you didn’t.

You always leave just before it gets real.

That’s your magic.