what does it remind you of?

maybe the nights where you fell in love for the first time. when it was just the moonlight and her voice.

maybe it was further back, last summer, when you first met that friend you thought was going to become your best friend.

maybe before that, when you would go on those late night outings with your friends and stare at the moon on the summit of Comms Hill.

or maybe even further before that, when you were pure, alone, and had no one. staring at the small glimpse of the moon you could see out of your windowsill, listening to this song on your speaker, and wondering when it’d all end.

it’s not as if you could know which one it reminds you of. the memories present themselves only in the form of rocks stuck in your throat. tears that, rather than flow endlessly, only trickle down now. no longer a rush of pain, it’s rather numbing instead.

it’s only in this numbness that you realize, this is the manifestation of it all. a longing for something so beautiful, that no longer exists. for something so far and distant you can no longer reach. for something you miss so, so much.

it’s a longing for the place where you belong.

up in the night sky, next to the two moons