A Kiss

We shared a kissed, a small one. Not the kind we have both have become accustomed to. A test. It brought back memories and desires. It also brought pain. The pain of knowing. Knowing you have touched someone else with those lips that have brought me so much pleasure. That you kissed someone the way you kissed me. Wondering if she felt what I did. What is it the same? Did she appreciate what that meant? Did it even mean the same thing?

My imagination intertwined with the pain ran wild. It still does as I sit here hours later. It is my process. My self torture. Sitting here waiting for it and the pain to stop.