Sitting in a Conference Hall Listening to a Lecture on Grammar

I’m in the same room as an ex-lover.

And I can feel his smooth shoulders, from three tables over pushing down on me.

I’m suffocating, I’m back; lost among the crumbled sheets, was it possibly four years ago?

I can’t remember anything with clarity, greyness has clouded my vision. I’ve forgotten the colours of black and white.

 

His breath is travelling the same unmoving air as mine. Sharply I feel it again, against the base of my ear. Tickling the hairs slightly.

Causing them, at this moment, (real time) to quiver just a tiny bit.

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