There he sat, up so very high, marking the darkest time of everyday.
Then she rose, briefly sharing the vastness that is our sky, with the boy who glowed.
Pleasantries performed perfectly with every passing of dusk and dawn, but when the stars and clouds were to look close enough, they would be able to see the spark in her eyes and the flash of his smile upon greeting.
Time has always been cruel and disappointing, never sparing a second for the two to be together.
And so, he watched every night morph into a beauty in itself.
Written by me
