They stood under the full moon in the empty parking lot, anticipating the goodbye that seemed so far away only two months ago. With his hands locked behind her back and his forehead pressed against hers, their goodbye came in the form of eye contact and quiet exhales.
"I'll miss you," he said.
"I'll miss you back," she said.
This goodbye isn't a cavatina goodbye, she thought. It wasn't simple. It wasn't short. It contained plenty of repetition. And as she kissed his nose, she hoped that the second part was just beginning.
Fiction, poetry, and all that good stuff . . .