The full moon looks so soft tonight, gently blurred by clouds and fog. The street is quiet, the fog muffling the sound of your boot heels as we take Casey for his last walk of the night. Your black dress is shimmering with droplets of fog and dew, and when you're backlit by the street light your hair is shining with a million little prisms of rainy light. I pull you closer to me and kiss you, and I taste the fog on your lips. I love the way you stand on tiptoes and wrap your arms around my neck!
And now I've sent you home in a car service, and it's so quiet in here again. You just left a few minutes ago, and already I miss you.
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