I don’t remember if it was dusk or dawn when I returned but I do remember the moon shining and smiling down on me. I smiled back, remembering the promise we had made to simultaneously renew our love before the moon every night.
Perhaps it was the time difference that did for us; accidentally breaking the promise broke the spell.
I knew then that time and space had stretched and snapped our relationship, our letters moving from passion to firm friendship, and I wondered if I would find anything as permanent as the moon now I was home for good.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
