Touch

Our first touch? That's public. That's part of our mythology. She was interviewing me (for a job which I didn't get) and, call it fate or call it nylon carpets, there was a spark...

And our last? That's private. It should have been the goodbye kiss that she gave me before she walked through the front door. But then she wiped away the lipstick left by that kiss on my cheek. Wiped away the last trace of her.