空。

The fleeting sky passes.

Always dreaming of waking up with someone special beside him.
Always wanting to share his sky, with her.
And her, the same for him.
Wanting her, to wear his lifeless and disheartening shoes for once.
Just once.
To see that his eyes only saw her reflection.
To feel his foolhardy emotions.
His idiocy in putting her as a priority over his health.
And keeping her warm with his jacket, his scarf from the cold nights.
Regardless if he himself, is freezing.
His unrequited feelings.
How his heart raced with time.
Trying to keep the pace.
How painful it is to hold her hands, even if they are gentle and warm.
Even if they were so close.
How he devoted a great deal of his soul.
Just for one moment's notice.
From her.

And yet, his shoes were still empty.
Not worn by anyone.
Not her, not once.
To think, that he was waiting for something explicitly happy for once in his life.
A different sort of happy, rather.
Someone he could spend his life with.
Someone that could heal his already scarred heart.

But she had already abandoned him.
Heading to a one-way direction where nothing could stop her, but herself.
And he could only watch from a distance.
Could not reach her anymore.
His hands tied to the rails.
Her mouth sealed.

The full-moon overlooks the night sky, tonight.
And he closed his heart, for the 10th time in his life.

The sky, floating away yet again.