SkyWalker

"Maybe we'll meet again," he said, standing by the edge of the cliff.

"When we're slightly older and our minds less hectic."

The waves break around the rocks in the shallows, their foam crests becoming chaotic lace over the blue. I watched it swirl, mesmerizing, as if the movement of the water choreographs his thoughts.

"And I'll be right for you," he said

Turning around, he finally looked at me.

"And you'll be right for me."

I didn't say anything though.

And he smiled. A sad smile.

He then turned back around and walked forward, until he reached the very tip of the cliff.

Not once does he gaze downwards at the water, instead preferring to lock his eyes on the horizon and feel the coldness, hear the rhythmic crashing, taste the brine as much as smell it.

"Time waits for no one." I said after a while.

This caught his attention, and he turned around with disproving eyes.

He walked up to me until we were only a foot apart.

He than cupped my face, his hand felt rough, but soft. I didn't want to look at his face.

"You have me." He said

Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Until every last star in the galaxy dies,"

"You have me."

And then he was gone.

And I realized at that very moment.

Every atom
Of me missed him.