Where to start...
Somewhere exists a place where the ocean depths have been searched, where the lost planets have been found, where all history is known-there I'll be, sitting alone, whistling as I watch the weather change & you'll walk by & stop suddenly.
'I know that melody,' you say with a sleepy smile.
I look up, confused.
'What do you mean?,' I ask, cutting off my lullaby, 'I just made this up.'
You shake your head.
'I made it up when I was little. I would hum it as I stared out my window at night, wondering if the man on the moon ever got lonely.'
We stare at each other & the clouds above us do not part & the birds around us do not sing, but we know; we feel something. Even if only for a moment, even if it loses all meaning later in life, in that brief & beautiful space of time, something is born.
'Do you ever feel like nothing?,' I ask.
Your smile widens & as you sit, mine appears.
You look up & say, 'Someone once told me that I was nothing but that they were nothing without me.'
I look up with you then, wondering if you're thinking what I am. We do not bother exchanging pleasantries, but talk of life & all it's put us through. Countless time wanders past us & I ponder on how this all began, when you rise abruptly & wave goodbye, becoming part of the memory.
'The man on the moon is never lonely,' I say to your fading image & the steady city buzz, 'silence is company enough for those that listen well.'
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