Once upon a time....

The balcony that over looks the city. A rain drenched evening. Lake Washington shimmering . A chill draft. The lights come on slowly like the sky descending on the ground. Space needle stands tall. And a life that could have been one split into two. Two so disparate that there is nothing common left to even hold on to.
There are smiles and hugs and music and dance and wine and all the things that dont mean a thing when one pretends its all okay. Is it the rain drops or tears that wet the cheek ? The city grows smaller and smaller. The plane seems to move faster than time. Left behind is a memory of something that once was. A dream that almost came true.