There's No Time for Dancing When You're Dying

"...and then I won't have to be scared anymore." I was so naive.

You pulled your hand out of mine, giving me a sad smile. A tear glistened on your left cheek, the first tear I had ever seen you cry. Then the sun finally succumbed to the night's demands, and you became shadows. Oh, how I wish I could have held you there, held you so damn tight that I anchored you to the light. Instead I closed my hand and looked away. When I looked back, you were gone. I'm not even sure if you can hold a shadow.

I go back to sit on that hillside every once in a while. Everytime I can get a moment away. I think back to that life I had, all those summer night tragedies ago. My life changed the day you left it. When I lay in the leaves, I think of you; only leaves know how to dry my tears. I drink my poison, living in the past, and with each thought I send your way, I feel myself pulled closer to you. I know the day will come when I will have the courage to see you again, but that really will be...some day. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can feel you brush my arm, and I take out that same sad smile you gave me all those years ago.


ML,
I didn't make a wish at 11:11. There's nothing more I could want.