I remember us sitting underneath the full moon like we never did, basking in the cool rays of the dark.

Each time I notice the night sky it slips back to me.

I still hold the distinct memory of not having my arm around you, and whispering my hopes and desires during the deafening silence of night.

Each recollection a reminder of what wasn't.

I recall all the awkward fumbling and earnest attempts to take away each other's fear and anxiety that never came about, all without the smell of roses and lavender.

Each echo etched into my head as a false forever.