Do you remember?

On a night that starlight could not reach, where the candles of our once blue sky flickered and little by little, ceased to exist. Light died before us that night.

We went back, back to the place where it all began; above a hilltop, hugged by the shades of growing giants. Silence befell like the moonlight that soaked us through, staining the pure green grass with deathly blue.

Moss grew to purple, leaves to autumn.

If I hadn't unlocked my fingers from yours, perhaps the peak of night would never have arrived on its chariot of grey.

Only fools allow time's river to flow.

Was I then a fool, for wanting to leave you with the seal of sorrow? I thought– prayed – that it would lead you back to me someday.

As the final moments dawned upon us, the tides of the clouds so black as they crept past the crescent moon, words condensed onto my cold lips. It began with a smile that had lost its glow. And as the growing loneliness and sadness hid behind that smile, sorrow and joy mingled.

The wind sings for us, its chorus of farewells and departures lost. Won't you see your beloved off with one last dance?

Somewhere beyond the calm, dead ocean of a single tear barely visible, a sparkle began to form in your fallen ambers. A resurrected smile clung weakly onto your face, but the foreboding whispers of departure thrived with it in a wisp of gray cloud.

Frost lurked in the pale of your palm, but as my fingers met yours I could only feel warmth.

Even autumn cannot flee from the creeping night. Its colors were swept along with the breeze; golden radiating with ephemeral life, red blazing with ethereal passion.

Leaves fluttered wildly, almost like the wings of an angel descending to the earth to send you off. The wind; her song.

I brought you a little closer, and then we twirled but once under the blue moon.

Even emotions can't halt time's river.

Fools and time were never meant to exist alongside each other. Fools allow the clock to tick by, yet those who wish to stop it are powerless to do so, held at its mercy.

Thus two fools danced to departure under the moonlight. That was all time permitted.

Do you remember, dearest?

How I reluctantly released you from my embrace, and how your whispers of goodbye filled the air with ice. You stole the moonlight as you answered farewell's calling and faded into the night sky, bringing forth the eclipse.

When you lose the one closest to your heart, does your time halt forever? Or do the gears of your clock continue to move on, as precious memories slowly crumble to dust. This is the ephemeral life we hold in our hands, delicate and fragile. Do we wait helplessly for our time to expire or do we choose to give it up for the ethereal passion that burns within us just to watch it shatter when we try to step forward?

You know, they say that surely, nothing lasts forever. Is loss truly the rule that every being must learn to live by?

I want to see it as something more than that. Nothing can last forever, not even farewell's calling.

And so, perhaps I'll see your silhouette shifting by the trees and the stars one of these nights. I will continue to wait under the moonlight, hoping, praying.

Then someday we can twirl under its pale glow once more, this time in reunion.