Entrapment #2.

I want to climb them, but do you remember how you helped me up? I'm not sure I can do it on my own.
I can see it, just how it was that night. I'm not sure why I'm here though. To remember you? It's what I'm doing. But yes, it is exactly the same.
I'm on the hay bail, it's the one near the pylon and all those years have passed, yet it still makes that same whirring. We compared it to cicadas, and I've only just realised how fitting it is when I'm looking at what I called "Gotham City". It was the colour, wasn't it? The way the street lights cast an orange blaze on the clouds above. I feel like a bit of a Caped Crusader right now myself; out of place.

Cal's with me. I've kept good care of him for you, better care than you did. He's getting old now though. He chased us that night, do you remember? I was terrified that I was going to accidentally stand on him, so I just kept running.

I can't see the stars tonight. You loved the stars. I loathe them. They are with you now, and I am not.
I wonder if that means you can't see me.
I hope at the very least you can hear me.

I missed the sunset too. It's just dark now. Deep purple. I don't even know if I can see the get down.
I could just stay up here, pretend like we used to. I could close my eyes, go someplace else. But we both know I'd only be cheating myself.

We ran through this field. In the murky twilight, dancing to the pylon cicadas. We closed our eyes and dreamed of distant places, places far from here.
I just wish someone had been there, you know? To record the moment. Make it last forever.
But you and I know better than anyone that nothing lasts forever.