It was a warm day when my heart finally broke.
The sun was projecting its vibrant crimson and marigold streaks across the canvas above my head and for the first time in fucking years I was watching it set behind the horizon. It was ironic, really, that I’d be in the middle of something so goddamn inane and trivial and symbolic; a simplicity I’m sure you’d never let me live down even less than the first time I told you I loved you.
I can still hear your laugh, high above the tops of ancient foliage and louder than the metal scrape of my gear sinking into burning flesh. I can still feel the seer of your fingertips against th