Moon

Starry, starry night and the blanket was warm on our skin. We took turns drinking from the bottle that held fire and water while the sun glowed softly through the moon. It was his last night on earth.

“I’ll miss you,” he told me.

I said nothing as I moved my hands over my bare legs. Our skin was translucent in the moonlight.

“I’ll think of you while I’m up there,” he said softly. “About this night and how I was here with you.”

Still I said nothing. I just looked up and wondered with a growing despair how long it would take for him to come back to me.

“Think of me when the night arrives. I’ll be there, watching over you.”

The next day, he was gone, but when evening came, he was there, shining on me from the night sky.