As always on a night as such the stars they twinkle innumerable and the moon ever glowing never dim.
There was a time when on a night such they would stare at the heavens and whisper nothingness to each other, when every passing breeze was a cause for celebration, and the quiet nights breathes life into the one soul that is theirs.
A different reality it is, but the skies lies not the and them stars ever present attest to the existence that is shared here and there.
The same stars which bore witness to all his whishes for him and her as one and the bears witness also to the wishes of him who only wanted to be there again.
For all that life was and is, the same wishes are made again. Sorrow replacing hope, nothingness replacing her.
What is life, if not a memory of all has passed.
