As the car gets near to the edge of our cliff, 

       where we stare down at the fluorescent-

       studded little city, I caught myself 

       gasp at the amazing view for the 

       umpteenth time. 

Baffled, I waited for you to unbuckle your 

       seatbelt and frantically get out of the

       car and marvel at our special place with 

       both of your arms outstretched parallel 

       to the horizon like you always do, but then

       everything went still and quiet except for

       the steady hum of my shallow breathing

       and the engine’s low growl. 

I waited, and waited until I saw the moon 

       fade away— and in a fraction of a second,

       an agonizing truth hit me: 

       you’re not here with me anymore. ©

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