He runs his fingers over it
So soft
So smooth
It feels so indulgent
Like a cream custard on his tongue
It’s fragrance still intoxicates him Slightly floral
A bit spicy
Completely unique
It’s her
The last bit of her he has
That swath of red silk she had around her neck
The first time he saw her
The last time he saw her
He had her once
Only once
He runs his fingers over it
Yearning for what he once had