At the top of the deserted building
the surrounding towns are spread out beneath us
like a toy village display at Christmas time.
There’s a train that circles the cluster of cities,
a star up above a nearby mountain that illuminates the nights,
and miniature cars full of miniature people driving through the miniature streets.
The glow of the distant lives reflects in our eyes
as the moon shines down on our shoulders
and the gentle wind wraps us in a cool embrace.
My favorite part of this moment is not how close you are to me,
or how the midnight sky is covered in constellations I’ve never seen before,
but the still silence that falls around us.
We are enveloped by a bubble
protecting us from the chaos of life
creating a comforting safe haven, a place to breathe.
We are on top of the world,
our own little world,