Long Lonely Nights

The wind howled like a wounded beast. We sat in silence on that old, creaky bench. For a moment, it was just us and the fading light. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, marking the passage of time. The somber palette of gold and crimson painted the endless sky. Your eyes held a melancholic depth. 

 

My gaze drifted towards the celestial expanse. "Do you think the stars feel lonely up there?" My voice was barely audible.

 

You squeezed my hand as you vowed to make our forever last. But even in your comforting touch, I sensed the underlying fear.

 

"Soon, we'll be separated."

 

Oh, darling, I wish I could freeze this moment, preserve it in a jar. No worries, no goodbyes, just us and the quiet. But I know that's impossible. Life marches on, relentlessly and indifferent to our desires. Like petals succumbing to the relentless autumn wind, it was destined to scatter and fade.

 

This creeping sense of unease settled over me. A sigh escaped my lips. Counting down the days until our impending parting. The thought of you leaving chilled me to the bone. Will our love withstand the test of time and distance? Or will it fade away like the autumn leaves?

 

I leaned my head on your shoulder, seeking solace in your warmth. You pulled me closer as you said you'd miss me too.

 

And we reluctantly bid farewell. A part of me died with you as I watched you walk away. The promise of forever hung heavy in the air. I'd cling to the memory of your touch, hoping it would sustain me through the long, lonely nights.