You are now woven into the warps and wefts of my brain, with indelible kisses and a love like whiskey.

But there is a goodbye coming, and it will all be over soon.

I wish we could sit in the windy darkness a little longer, your fingers caressing my heart gingerly. Both of us are quiet, and the silence holds the weight of all the words we can’t bring ourselves to say. I steal a glance or two like the last mental polaroids of our surreal story.

“Hi,” you say as you pull me close, next to your heart. “You okay?”

I look out into the glowing abyss, and it stares right back at me, asking for an answer.