So I went to Muse Fest....

It was going well... until I thought of him, and the memories of the times we shared. I thought I would be okay... but the gray skies and beating drums told me otherwise. I watched the sparks from the fire rise up from the fire into the stars and disappear... just like he did. I remember the last time I saw him... we were standing next to the ocean, and the moon was shining brightly on the waves. It looked as if lights were shooting out of the water in sparkling rays... and the clouds slid across the moon smoothly through the night. I was standing next to him yet... I felt so far away... as far as I do now that I'm back in New York. He didn't seem to be with me... connected like we were before. But I couldn't complain. I was happy to be able to reach over and touch his hand... to feel the warm embrace in more than a memory. A memory that will cease to be if something doesn't change...