Fading Away

It's 9 pm and I walk down to the bench, our bench.  I sit under the gloomy lamplight with the book that you gave me.  It's been 4 months since we've spoken. I've forgotten what you sound like. 

How you laugh, the way you twitch your eyes, how your lips move, your ardent fascination with the moon, and all the other insignificant things that I vaguely remember about you. 

Well, I've always been taught to stand tall in the face of the things that I can't control, so I've started coming down here after dinner hoping to control the thought of you (doesn't really work though). 

The way we were, and how you've made me feel about myself all the while, is the reason I am what I am today.   And if I have a chance to go back and start our ephemeral journey all over again knowing that it would end the same, I'd do it in a blink of an eye. 

Can't roll the dice on it. 

Our love may not have a favorable end but it did have a benevolent journey; and I think that matters more; well, at least to me.  And I would be lying if I told you, that not a single day went by when I didn't wish it would've worked out between us because I did.  I never really believed when they said that 'part of the journey is the end'. Guess they're right after all. 

The moon's in the waning crescent phase today. Quietly, the moon fades away, and so does our story.