Ours.

The night is crazy beautiful, isn't it?

Cold and calm. Filled with the smell of summer. 

The sky is deep, full of stars.

It would have been nice to sit over some terrible coffee on the terrace on the fifth floor and chat again. It would have been nice to joke for a bit and hold hands, and regret the upcoming dawn. We would have kept it low not to break the peace, the magic emptiness of the sleeping city. Not to be heard by anyone..., but the other.

I wonder if you're thinking the same as I do.

I wonder if you are looking at the fading stars and remembering me too.

I wonder if you feel just as lonely.