"and suddenly, everything was quiet."
i feel the gentle wind brush against my skin as i lean against the cold and rusted rail on the rooftop of our favorite place. the night is dark. it mutters not single a word yet standing among its presence speaks a thousand moments; a million phrases that force me to recall every moment in which we found ourselves together. I admire the gentle glow of the city among the stars whose shine is so familiar, yet so strange to my senses. my recollection of us begins to fade alongside the numbing of my chilled fingers. the more i try to move them and regain feeling, the more i lose you within my heart. someway and somehow after all of this time i want anything but; so i endure the slight nip of frostbite that sinks slowly into the tips of my fingers. whatever i must do to keep you in my memory.
and suddenly, everything was quiet.
the wind settled. the low rustle of the nightlife hushed. all that was left was me, the stars, and the silent night that sings a score of memories without humming a single tune. among it all, i feel you at my side. i feel the final moment we crossed paths upon this very rooftop all those years ago. i recall the tear that cascaded down my cheek as i watched you leave me for the last time. i remember the silence so brutal that i could hear my tear tap the ground. as my final memory of you fades to a close, the present returns to me. the present in which you aren't. the present in which the city stares me in the eye as it waits for my movement. my fingers are still numb when i turn my gaze to the tip of the chapel. i find it so strange; so strange how i can stand in a place where my life was spent yet now it feels nothing but distant. intangible. and finally, as i take a final look at the city scape i once called home, my memory falls blank once and for all.
