It was a quiet night
still, but vibrant.
There was an intangible anticipation
packed densely into the fog,
Yet no one seemed to feel it.
Suddenly, a figure emerged,
silently gazing at the road ahead of him.
Expectant.
He stood there alone
for a minute or more
As if he knew something was coming.
He couldn't go alone
.
Another figure joined him.
A girl, standing half a step behind,
looking ahead, with the same pensive air.
Even in the darkness
the beauty that embodied her was evident.
In her stillness she exuded it
gracefully, unknowingly.
Within seconds, the figures were joined by another,
her better half.
He was something different
something special.
The night's mystery didn't frighten him,
if it did, he hid it well,
buried deep amongst his many scars.
He was beautiful too,
painfully beautiful.
But unlike the girl,
his beauty was subtle, concealed, and incredibly deep.
Finally the picture was complete,
The three of them, side by side.
Silhouettes washed by the gentle moonlight,
looking straight ahead.
Then, as if by command, they started to walk,
slowly, harmoniously forward.
Still silent, the second boy gently put an arm around the girl,
over her shoulders and her long raven hair.
They kept walking.
A moment so pure it could bring one to tears.
Through the fog and under the stars the three of them walked together
And in this way, with his arm still resting around the shoulders of the girl,
I watched the only boy I've ever loved disappear into the night.
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