Last Spring on Planet Earth by Carol Holland MarchThe night before the ship took off from Devon, I didn’t sleep but lay motionless in our bed in the house beside the turquoise sea. I basked in the warmth emanating from Shira, rejoiced in the soft inhale and exhale of her breath, and memorized every curve and plane of her strong body. I would forget nothing, not her smell, not the tiny mole on her neck, not the way her breasts met mine when she turned on her side. I left a glow light burning to see her in the darkness.
She said she would stay awake with me, but she had spent much of the day running along the shore, and fell asleep in my arms after our lovemaking. I spent the day watching her run and swim and check my luggage to be sure I had forgotten nothing. I did not sleep, for how coul
