I lace up my shoes, scanning Malden hills for the girl I had once loved. The rain cascades down in thin sheets, drenching me in a sort of sorrow that has plagued me since my younger years. Our last conversation dissolves into air, and I breathe out the taste of your bitterness.
For you, I had dreamt upon every star in autumn’s sky. Yet, as I race down the dirt trail back to the first day, I lose the ghost of you to the very hills where we had once stood — breathless.