I took a drive after I left your house
Up the hill I drove, destination unknown,
Until I saw the mountains guiding my path.
I had the lone working window rolled down,
The cool night air was blowing against my face
And it all seemed strangely comfortable.

And so did the place where I pulled off the road,
Even though I had never stopped there before.
I look down into the deep canyon below,
Distant trees fading into the moonlit depths,
And I look up into the mountains,
To the rolling peaks that became higher
Until my view stopped at the very right,
To the stout landmark of this Ridge – beautiful under the moon.

I see it from the great valley, distant but visible
In the vast mountain range that appears insurmountably far off.
I see it a bit closer as I drive past Lookout Point,
Just before the pines begin to form their sky-strangling canopy.
I see it as I drive up the wide stretch of Clark Road,
Where it is so close you can see its texture;
Its patches of bare rock exposed to the town below.

But I had never appreciated it until tonight -
Here on the moonlit edge of Coutolenc Road.
And as I gaze out upon this triumphant piece of earth,
I begin to think about my life, and about yours.

I realize my life is engaged in a senseless search.
There is no other you.

All this time, and I lost the patience to wait,
I dabbled with things I shouldn’t have,
People I shouldn’t have,
Just to pass the time.

My delusions of a better you never came to fruition.

I can see it in my mind - you and me sitting here together.
We should be sharing this moment.  
If I were to choose one person in the world
With whom I could sit in the moonlight and gaze
At the splendor of Sawmill Peak and the canyon below,
It would be you.

I stand here and say, at sixteen years old, that I will never love again as I have loved you.
There is no other you, so I had better stop looking.
I had better learn to content myself with what I have; what we have.
I had better learn to make do with your simple playful touch.

For we are both men, and that is my tragic downfall.

The cool winds dry my tears – I am done here.

Logic will break my heart forever.