Eve

The stars have returned; I thought their absence was the result of urban living, but it was just the summer un-nights that rendered the galaxy invisible. We sit on the long road west and hope for the rain to end, each preparing our individual duties, speeches, gifts for the upcoming day. Tomorrow in an old church in the old town an old love says I Do. It's been so many years, we've lived so many lives since then, I almost can't remember who we were when we were us.

We were never meant to be, you know. I was already always somewhere else. You always wanted to be right there, half of a whole, safe in the arms of another. Tomorrow, and from then on, you will be.

There is no begrudging anyone that.

We finish our speeches, collect our thoughts. Winter is long ahead; the stars will grow brighter, yet.