it was a thursday night,
the last time i saw you
and the weather was perfect,
stars drifting over us
like a canopy,
the moon
crying silver.
you hugged me hard,
kissed me on the forehead,
as if you knew this was the end.
"i love you," you said.
"i'll see you on sunday," i replied.
needless to say,
i did not see her on sunday.