We’re standing, alone, on the balcony. I’m looking at the city from the rail, looking at the lights shining through the night like stars. I’m at my friend’s Sal’s apartment. He had a party earlier but that’s been over for a while. I pushed on the railing earlier, but it seemed to be strong enough to hold my weight.
She’s standing next to me, I can hear her soft breathing. But I don’t say anything. I’m waiting for her to speak to me. I’m wearing a two piece suit, she’s wearing a dress, black like a funeral, but in a cut that betrays love. Finally, she speaks.
“Did you know I was here?” She looks at me when she speaks.
“I smelled your perfume.” My eyes are trained on a single light, at the top of a single building.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You’re always here.” I’m looking straight into her eyes. There’s makeup around them, but they seem more real then ever.
I see the tears build. I want to kiss each one of her eyes. I want to hold her in my embrace, tell her that love is the four letter word to cure all of our maladies. But I don’t say anything.
I brush my hand down the top of the back of her dress, let it rest on the small of her back. I’m touching spaghetti straps that are behind her when I rest my hands on her hips, on her sides.
We kiss, silently.