You sat and I sat. Was it so obvious, I wanted to know. Every time now, when I open up the page of apps on my phone, I would see the night sky. Oh, how I wanted you to join me that night. You pointing up at the constellation while I strain to match it with our map; you puffing cigarette smoke out of the corner of your mouth in consideration.
It turns out you did hug me, but you were 5 bourbons in and had no room for memories left.
(image by ipsleung)