The graveyard

The graveyard “…He looked at the moon and wondered if she was doing the same from the beyond and if they were sharing the same white moonlight. He looked at the constellations and somehow managed to locate her face even if the sky wasn’t clear that night. He stared at her pictures for hours and gazed into her eyes as if they were his mirror. She was all he could think of but he couldn’t for once say it out loud, because his lips did not deserve the touch of her name. He invariably denied it but he knew there were not enough words in the languages of this world that could define his urge to be where she was. He saw the night sky turn orange but the sunrise didn’t fascinate him. His sun had set and it would never rise again. He looked at his hands and the gaps between his fingers felt numb as they missed the warmth of her fingers. A tear rolled down his eyes as he recalled their first kiss and he felt as empty as never before. Coldness chilled him as he relived the moment...