DIE FORM DES VERSÄUMTEN: Lingering too long in the embrace

I felt her arms already begin to let go, but I held on just a second longer. Just a blink more, almost imperceptible. And yet, there was a tremble—as if my body knew this moment wouldn’t return. Her warmth, her scent, the shimmer of air between us. I let go. Too late. Or just in time to know it was goodbye.