I remember us diving into that last streak of sunshine on a cold evening, as we drove past that subway turning and you told me how we were so close to getting lost in that handful of crimson hues.
I would ask you to take that wrong turn so, that we could be lost; forever, together.
But you would promise me some other day to get lost and never be found; a lot like those homeless kids that forgot their way back home and found another home that almost felt homely but homelike.
I used to try matching our breaths and magically sometimes it did. But I could never match the shifts in our heartbeats. But someday it might.
Maybe, that someday exists in some kind of parallel universe that I vaguely believe in. And yet, I have not figured when this universe started collapsing.
But what if I could find that bit of the second from when that fracture started deepening furthermore?
I couldn't have saved it; I couldn't save you from taking all the right turns that day.
I dive into that last streak of sunshine today, as I drive past that subway. I sit on that wooden bench where we would sit and watch the sky as the sunset hues were engulfed by the darkness of the night.
The moon has watched so many apocalypses and maybe that's why it didn't come to see me tonight.
I believe maybe you are in here right now, disguised as the moon, lost somewhere. And I don't want to find you anymore. I just want to get lost, like you finally did.
-two lost s t r a n g e r s, forever.
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