Silver Dollar

She sat motionless in the back seat of the car. The windows rolled down. The wind whipping her raven black hair around her face. The night air was warm and humid it felt damp on her cool skin. She brushed her long hair away from her eyes as she stared out the window into the darkness. She was on a narrow country road crafted out of dirt and gravel. The space around her was pitch black without a street lamp or another vehicle to light her path. She clicked on her high beam headlights as she swerved around the treaturous bumpy path. There was no light in the sky except for the moon which was full and round like a silver dollar. She stared out at the moon captured by it's beauty. Something about it seemed warm and familar like an old friend....She knew that moon well in all it's splendor....she admired it sitting lonely in the midnight sky...A tear ran down her cheek as she stared up into the abyss of darkness...When I stare at the moon I remember you.... she thought lonely she breathed in the moist night air....You loved the moon in all it's beauty....My favorite moon was the cresent but you loved the full moon shining like a piece of silver which was carelessly tossed into the darkness to light the way for all....We always faught about who was right about the moon....I always knew that I was right and that you were wrong....But now I'm not so sure.....I used to think that the cresent moon was so staggeringly beautiful shining in the sky like a sliver of hope...Like there was a crack in the dark sheet and that the light was shining through the darkness....But now....now that you are gone I wonder that if we had spent more hours staring at the moon rather then fighting about which was more beautiful maybe I would have more to remember you by....I have to admit all those times I had said that my moon was better then yours....I was wrong and you were right....both moons are beautiful but now that you are gone when I look at my sliver of a moon it seems nothing in comparasin to your full moon....perhaps it's because the full moon now reminds me of you....every time I look at it I can see you laying on your back in the tall grasses in the hills laying amungst the wild flowers....Your light skin seemed so pale against the dark earth and your blue eyes could pierce my soul....There we would lay side by side in the night staring at the sky lookig for our moon.....But you see my love....My moon and your moon are really the same...they cycle and they change just as we do but they always remain constant to what we expect them to be...the moon...they shine every night in different degrees and they always look beautiful from every angle...We both fell in love with the same moon....And I think perhaps those days somehow I fell in love with you to...But one day you slipped away from me you disappeared...I knew where you went but I did not expect it I never thought that you would leave us...Once you left I moved to another city I had to get away from it all from all the pain....but if you only knew if you could only see that every night as it gets dark I arise from my slumber and I drive to the country to the hills covered in wild flowers and I lay on my back in the grass with the earth pressed against my skin and I stare at our moon....it's the last piece I have of you......
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