Shiver

I am lying down, she is next to me. She is talking to me, telling me things that I do not remember. Her lips are tantalizingly close to mine as she speaks, and I can taste her breath in my mouth. Someone enters the room, we separate.
We stand, she with her back pressed to me, both of us looking out into nothing. She keeps talking, and I remember not a word. She takes my hand and wraps it around her chest urging me to hold her close. I can feel her breasts through the smooth fabric of her sweater. She wraps a scarf around her neck and it drops on to her chest.
It is a chilly evening.
We walk out, and she smiles as she asks me what I am doing for the evening. Before I can reply I see a man walk up to her, he leaves, angry eyes stare me down. She comes closer, laughs and says that we should go to this place down the street and have a few drinks.
I notice I have no boots on, my heavy brown boots. I am uncocerned as I fold my jeans up so they don't catch the dirt from the street.
I am in a daze as I follow her with her on my arm. The street lights appear surreal as they reflect light off the loitering people in the streets. I notice envious glances, as she rests her head on my shoulder, slight smile playing on her lips.
All of a sudden I am stricken with panic, I have forgotten my boots, I tell her. Wait here for me, I will be back in two minutes.
I dash back to my apartment through the light from the lamps, but I cannot find my boots where I left them, on the pavement outside my place. I run around, agony gripping my heart as I look for my boots.
Thick rain begins to fall.
I find myself no longer in an urban jungle but on a muddy road, still looking. Fear envelopes me as I lose myself. I care not for the boots any longer, where are you, where are you I yell. I am running along a swollen river. A dark shape walks towards me from across the divide, but it is not her, it is the ghost of her, it is anything but her. Here I am it whishpers, here I am.