Before the Eulogy

It was a Tuesday. That was the day you didn’t come back and I came after you. We were the space between wrong and right. We were the shade of grey in the sunset seen by few eyes. Being melted into a single entity put you and I on one rhythmic accord. Of course you used to fight it and scream and complain that you’d call the cops, but I knew all along what your heart was saying. We were the blade that cut too deep. We were the deadliest piranhas. Fear was a condition others suffered. Yet, in that same microcosm, we were just a small candy. An efficiently power-punching proportioned treat that was trimmed too soon. A premature casualty…. That cliff opened its arms for us, or rather for you …. This is where we lived to come as kids. This is where you died. Remember that? Do you remember the day we found eternity? Spitefully, I choose to not remember it either. It was before N.Y., before Cairo, before Cape Town. You said we’d die together. I remember seeing a YouTube video about how to roll out of a moving vehicle…. It worked just like they said it would. The way that car went flying over the cliff’s edge with you in it just took my breath away….. You should have seen yourself.