Paths Not Taken
I drove you home.
You asked me inside,
A question with a promise.
When I said no,
You smiled
Kissed my check,
And went inside.
I drove away,
A fork in the road
Not taken.
But even now, I feel you
Your lips on my skin.
Your kiss a burn.
Note:
I often do the Very Short Story prompt (vss365) which started on Twitter and moved to Bluesky. There is smaller following on Mastodon. Skin was the prompt for today, and I wrote two. I thought I would post one here