M83

We stood, surrounded by a hundred other bodies, whose faces we couldn’t even see. We stood almost shoulder to shoulder, though you were slightly more in front, and it was the closest we had been in months, yet it didn’t feel familiar. I couldn’t help but look at your face, a face I adored for so long, glowing warmly with pink and purple lights, and for the first time, I didn’t recognize you. 

I watched as you wiped away thick tears that streamed gently from the corners of your eyes, and I didn’t even wonder if they were for me anymore. I felt my hand rise, as if to lend some sort of comforting gesture, but it went on past your shoulder and, along with the rest of my body, gently floated up past the sea of people. I looked down and saw you still standing there and you turned and noticed I was gone, but you didn’t worry. Instead, you looked up and saw me going away, and we just stared at each other. 

I went into the rafters and through the ceiling, and you were still wiping tears away; those heavy tears that contained everything-hopes, dreams, fears, passion, regret-from a previous life that we once shared, and I began to cry too, because we both knew that with those falling tears was the end of our road together. As I floated away, you became less and less familiar until I couldn’t even tell you apart from the others, I went up so high that we couldn’t even remember each other anymore, and I went on, streaming through the air and through the clouds. 

You left that place that night, and through wet eyelashes looked up to a thousand, identical stars.