“When the night has come and the land is dark and the moon is the only light we’ll see.”

This night, this last night. They both were trying their best to memorize every moment. They had had a last night before, but like most last nights, it was wasted. Like most last anything, they didn’t know just what it was, and like most lasts they let it slip through their hands. Unnoticed. Unappreciated. It was not until long after the moment had past, that either of them realized just what had gone. It was not until after that their mind’s eye had tried to reclaim it. Tonight though, the fates had been kind. The fates had decided to give them one more last and they knew it. They knew exactly what this was and they were going to treasure every moment. Tonight they would dance and love and laugh and hold and kiss with the moon as their spotlight and the summer night as their stage.

“No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me.”

They also knew what was to come. All of the lonely nights, all of the days not lived. All of the dreams not had, and all of the never mores and never wouldbe’s. They knew because they already had endured all the lasts and because of that there was an unspoken agreement that there was just now. No tomorrow. No what if. Just now. Because if they gave into the what if’s, the maybes this would be gone. They would be ripped from this gift.

“If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall and the mountains should crumble to the sea…”

Nothing mattered, but this. This moment. This gift. Nothing mattered but this last time they would ever feel their skin against one another’s. The world could end around them and nothing, not one thing could tear their eyes from one another’s or their hands away.

“ I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear. Just as long as you stand, stand by me.”