peregrinate

See you there

This isn't really a poem, more of a short story I guess? But it's also too ' flowery' to be a short story, so I'll consider it apart of my poems. Enjoy!

It all began when she had paused to admire the delicacy of the moon that was gracefully hung above. Though the curves glow was gentle, it was a true ornament in the evening sky.                                                                                   
"How can something this beautiful be a witness to so many tragedies, yet still remain the same?" The girl questioned.
The boy that once took lengthy strides halted, both unprepared for her question, and unaware that she was no longer by his side. The sound of his dragging feet threading through the field of Ravenna grass now silenced.
"What do you mean my love?"
She averted her gaze from the starved moon to face the boy, her coppery flesh stretching alongside her grin.
"Never mind."
He smiled, gently shaking his head at her. It was a balmy summer night, the molten-gold stars strewn across the cloudless sky. The two of them felt at peace despite the adversities they had been encountering day to day. They continued to walk in a companionable silence, waiting to come upon the lake they frequently visited. ​

"Here we are." The girl instinctively released a sigh, relieved that she was no longer at home. The placid waters of the small lake mirrored the serene radiance of the moon, the boy stood beside her, silently over scrutinizing the unnerving question she had asked earlier. Is she suggesting that she would be unable to remain herself if a tragedy were to befall her, or perhaps me? He loved everything about her, he loved her every whit of kindness, he couldn't have her become bitter. He looked towards her fondly, her skin glimmered beneath the lustre of the silver crescent, the mere sight of her made him feel as though his every nerve had been dipped in stardust. He didn't have much more time, he was expected to depart from this world soon, but he couldn't tell her. The girl turned to him, now aware of his lingering gaze, the smile on her face was almost immediately replaced with a frown. The skin between her brows were now firmly pressing against each other, causing a pattern of creases to form. She cautiously brought her hand to his face, her thumb tenderly swiping his cheekbone, smearing the tear that had unknowingly fallen.

"What's wrong my love?" She asked, her callused palm remaining on his face.
He leaned into her touch, his eyes closed, and his shoulders sagged.
  "Let's dance." He replied.
She smiled at his response, unable to refuse, she felt that dancing would allow him to express himself more than words could at this very moment. She took a step back, enabling the summertime zephyr to engulf her billowy tulle sleeves, the boy placed his hands on her waist as she lazily draped her arms around his shoulders. The verdure blades of grass traced their knees as they danced on the ground that was dappled with moonlight, and momentarily they had forgotten what tragedies were. The boy had not yet turned his gaze from his lover as they danced, rather he stared at her, mesmerised by her ethereal beauty.
"Promise that you'll remain a beautiful soul." The boy said suddenly.
The girl giggled, confused with his unusual behaviour, though she did not hesitate to promise.
"Pinkie promise." She spoke softly.
He smiled warmly at the girl and paused to intertwine their pinkies, slowly he raised their woven fingers to his lips, tenderly touching them with warmth. The girl watched him lovingly as a nebula bloomed in her chest, everything about this moment was ineffable. Though it was only ephemeral, the boy suddenly withdrew his hand and clenched his chest, his face grimacing in pain.
"I thought you were getting better." She whispered, the glint of happiness in her eyes entirely dissipating.
"I was going to tell you, but I wanted to give you everything before I had to leave. I didn't          want to ruin my final moments with you, my love." He breathed out, avoiding her gaze.
She inhaled, taking in his familiar scent of amber, the one that had become home to her. She choked, desperate to remove the unbearable lump in her throat, her eyes shutting in anguish, nothing but pure pain carving her features. He brought her into his arms, tears pooling at the end of his chin.

His embrace tightened, memorizing every single small detail of when she was in his arms, the way it felt to hold her, the way she emanated a fragrance of spring Hyacinth, the way her body sank as if someone had peeled away her each and every burden. He pulled away from her, his fingers gently lifting her chin, wiping the tears that coursed down her face, as she had for him. Her eyes fluttered shut, savouring his touch. They stood there for a while until the boy clasped her forearm, he began to pull her along with him through the meadow, clusters of pappus parting from old dandelions as their legs grazed them. The boy spun her around, the folds of her ivory prairie dress twisting elegantly. The girl let out a startled laugh, a melancholy galaxy appearing in her eyes. The two waltzed, wondering how something so beautiful could be a sculptor of such agony. The girl leaned her forehead against the boy's shoulder.
"Is this goodbye forever?" She asked.
His grip on her hand tightened, though it was still gentle.
"Of course not, my love, I'll always be right beside you."
She removed her head from the boy's shoulder, looking up at him through her thick lashes.
"How will I know?"
He smiled, a beautifully sad smile.
"When you dance alone, I'll be dancing too."