Look Up

A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
a million years before the fall

I stepped outside to see the last moments of the eclipsed moon, but the trees blocked my view. My summer song drifted from inside and I looked up at the stars, wondering whether satellites or life moved faster.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the moon, nestled between hidden branches like a secret in the palm of a hand. Clouded and golden, it was beautiful. I looked up, my hands in my pockets, a cold tear on my cheek.

I miss you. I said it without words.

In this quiet night, the trees began to sway. The wind moaned softly and I listened, trusting. She told me I was going to be alright. I felt it everywhere. Just as gracefully, she drifted away, and the night was still.

I believe her.

posted by Allison Francis @ 3:46 AM