that night under the stars. the one where we thought we could make out the milky way...
we probably would have if it weren't for the city lights. we both had secret plots of how to cause a huge blackout - just for a glimpse of the intergalactic beauty.
our fire was slowly dimming. we didn't bring enough wood, but that didn't seem to matter. we munched on graham crackers and shared our secrets anyways.
it reminded me of that one night under the stars, years ago. with the anchor and the meteor shower.
we're different now. it's neither bad nor good. it just is.
but we are happy. and as we sat in your backyard, i felt whole. for you were there next to me, as you were years ago.
like the stars above us, sometimes clear, sometimes faded - but always there.