Looking Up

Looking Up

Late night. Late summer.

Running quickly out of time.

Time to be together, simply breathing.

Standing, bending, sitting, laying. Together.

Looking up.

Small lights, millions of miles away.

Blinded by the tears.

He on my right, I on his left.

Hands closed together.

Him fitting the spaces I alone couldn't fill.

Letting me be was his greatest goodbye gift.

He didn't fill the empty spaces because he wanted to.

He knew I needed it, and was the one to graciously accept.

As we lay there with the world among us,

I said goodbye to that place.

The place where we danced with angels daily.

The place where my soul felt forever content.

Everything would be different soon.

And for a slice in time, nothing changed.

But he continued to rest his hand in mine,

so for a moment,

 I wouldn't have to be alone,

 to face the fact,

that nothing would ever be the same.