by Erin Jamieson

Nights wandering Target aisles, debating politics in the ice cream parlor, picnics on old wooden bridges with sushi and far too much wasabi. These are the things I take with me, not romantic dinners or hot air balloon rides or concerts or whatever it is other couples do.

And always, now, the evenings, when dusk has set and I imagine you watching the same sky, looking for whatever light is left.