It was cold that night.
We looked to the moon with our salted eyes and swore at you.
Our voices, simply a mere whisper to your ears.
We screamed your name to the sky a thousand times hoping maybe once you'd answer.
We all knew you wouldn't.
You couldn't.
You were lost somewhere among the clouds, walking the horizon, and dancing with the angels.
This picture replaying in our minds kept us sane.
It wasn't long after that the alcohol blurred this perfect canvas.
Sadness dripped from their intoxicated tongues and I heard their screams carried by the wind.
I knelt down to the earth and cried.
The stars singing to me as I wept.
I lay there for days not knowing time had passed or that time had existed to begin with.
You left me there kneeling on that patch of grass.
Watching the droplets of salt trickle down my cheeks.
That morning the sun never rose or smiled down at me, but instead
God cried with me.
Oh how that June left us bare.
