He was alone again, and he wouldn't find her this time. Up in that big ebony sky, he sit patiently waiting for nothing. He knew he couldn't see her but he felt her calling to him...even now. His heart throbbed and something deep within him craved her. Every moment of time, he had searched for the object of his affection. At every corner of the world, he gazed as a solemn star in heartbreak. He loved her, there was no doubt and the time he spent watching her was priceless.
One time, he caught her as she undressed for bed. She was so beautiful that the images had burned themselves into his hard brain. He was sure of her returned affection for him, as sure as he knew his heart beat as well. He could see others like him in the distance, as they stared at some adored objects of their own. So, he knew....he knew, he was not alone in his obsessions. He knew she felt him near, and knew his touch upon her skin, it was gentle. He bathed her at times with his touch as she felt the pleasure pass over her. These times were heaven. At times, she glanced up toward him and smiled, as the breeze from her open window danced through her hair. The visions of her beauty would never leave him. He could hear his wild heart race within his rock hard body. He lived for her. His light was hers no matter where it shown when she was away.
He never understood why she left him. Every time he caught a glimpse of her, it was fleeting and she was gone again. Just as her smile appeared he felt her passing away to some other.
Months of torturous love made him grow to hate her in ways. His love, so strong eventually turned bitter as she continuously turned to others for affection. He grew angry and hid behind mists of regret. He regretted giving his heart away to someone who could never return her love. But yet, through layers of hurt ...he pined for a love that was so very far from him. No matter how hard he tried...he could not shake her from his mind. Why, oh why couldn't he reach out to that soft skin that tempted him so? Her smell, her voice and her deep dark eyes drove him mad.
And, as time went by, she changed. Her beautiful auburn hair grew silver and her form grew frail. He felt a tug in his heart as her realized the distance between them had hurt her. He could see what the pain of separation had done to her body. His indifference to her love had made her lose hope. The absence of his presence had drained her completely. She, as he, had wanted more and so her body began to age.
Her passing courtships had meant nothing to her. Every night she still stared at him from far away with tears falling upon her cheeks. As she lay upon the earth and stared upward, he reached out and caressed her face. His light seemed to soothe her. She smiled many times.
But when looking for her again, she was gone. No smiles, no midnight vigils watching him from afar. He searched frantically for her beautiful face, but never again did he see her.
Only until he saw her name carved a stone among many others, did he understand.
And the moon wept.
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