Some nights you try to convince yourself that you never loved her, but that it was only the familiarity of her laughter in a room full of strangers which drew you in, that the twinkle in her eyes was only so endearing because it reminded you of the night sky, but then you get up to look out the window and all is dark. The moon has hidden behind a curtain of grey clouds and the stars seem to have dimmed. You laugh as you realize that even the universe doesn’t know what to do without her- how can you expect to be able to put yourself together ever again? And as the moon peeks out guiltily from behind its veil at that moment, you start to miss her with a ferocity you never knew your tired bones held.
It was late by the time I was picked up, but I didn’t mind. Today, you see, there was something special about the evening.
It wasn’t the clear tapestry of hues that it usually was, not at all, rather, today it was just blue, simple, plain, blue, but the color enhanced the beauty of the full moon all the more as it played hide-and-seek with the opaque grey dragon, the sky their playground. I was mesmerized by their game of chase, gazing at the sky enraptured when I realized, it didn’t really matter if you leave and never look back, if you never think of me ever again; what happens to us doesn’t really matter, for at the end of the day, I would always be alright as long as I had the night’s allure to share my melancholy with, and I realized with a start, I’d found another piece , the fourth one, within the grey veils of the moon.