The moon was paper that night
Thin and crisp
And so easy to fall away from the sky
He held her like he would never let go
Buried himself deep inside of her neck
Moved in a rhythm that shook through her thoughts
His lips were perfect
Reaching, pulling, letting go
As if it were their first kiss and their last wrapped up in one moment
His body vibrated against her flesh
She loved the smell of his skin
The brush of his fingertips
She rose and fall with the winters wind
Their breaths entangled
Their spines were magnetic
She was finally satisfied
She felt the warmth and protection she longed for almost all of her life
Slowing down
The moon started to tear
The sky began creating clouds
Creating tears
And he uttered four solemn words, “I’m leaving for good”
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