Our fingers entwined like ribbons of light in the darkened bedroom.
I had waited and wished for this ever since that day high on the cliff.
It was like déjà vu.
Waiting for your key in the lock, the shuffle of footsteps, the silhouetted image in the doorway where I cannot see your face, your expression.
Was this the way it would be? Was there no closure? Played over and over, each night, how I couldn’t stop you.
Now you have come; to gloat? watch over me in pity? or perchance you did love me?
Our fingers entwine like ribbons of light, then you are gone forever.
This is an entry for Saturday Centus, with a seven word prompt.