Gemotions

The list was tucked into the pocket of a jacket he hadn’t seen his partner, Michael, wear in years. "Write a novel." "Learn to sail." "Move to Paris." He ran his hand over the worn fabric, his fingers tracing the outline of the pocket. He had never considered that Michael might feel such a yearning.

He felt a sudden, pervasive sense of… displacement. He moved to the window, the image of his partner swimming through his mind. He couldn't quite see him anymore.

He felt the tears well up in his eyes, blurring the familiar landscape outside.