I Still Weep

A  lone figure engulfed in black stood at the edge of a darkened green and rustic plateau, overlooking a vast expanse of golden sand. Young in appearances but he grazed the age of adulthood. The setting sun alighted his features with its amber hues, bathing his brown skin with light. His curls began to stir as the evening wind picked up, traveling inland. It swept the fallen dead leaves around him, twirling them in the cool autumn air where the sunset could illuminate the variety of their colors as they waltzed to a silent hum. Few animals were out, having scurried into their homes from the approaching cold months. Those days were weeks away but for now they stayed hidden from a forthcoming storm. Somehow they sensed its impending presence, tasted it in the thick salty air and heard it in the restlessness of the ocean. The young man didn’t take notice, staring intently at a slab of grey stone; aged, weathered, and carved.

Reading the engravings, a deep sense of longing brimmed in his bosom and a face flashed through his mind. He snapped his eyes shut quickly, clinging onto the memory; long, wavy ebony strands caress the palm of his hand, delicately slipping between his fingers. Brown cupid-shaped lips stretch into a smile, so radiant he felt his own curve too at the rarity of its occurrence. He remembered becoming used to seeing them curl to form a sneer, that being the subject of its development excited him. Piercing green eyes caught his eye, time seemed to slow down as they held each others gaze. He choked up when he saw the raw emotion in those orbs. Powerful and boundless, it frightened him but he knew he felt it too; Enduring, unwavering and eternal, the love he had for the one in front of him. The face leaned closer, centimeters away-- it was fading-- and lips ghosted over his own-- his vision blurred--mingling their breaths together before...

He opened his eyes, in his sight an expanse of wet gray sand. His bottom lip quivered as a familiar sensation gathered deep within his bust, tightening. He placed a  trembling hand above the area, with a mortally wounded expression on his face. He tried to breathe in deeply but it seemed as though he stood in an constricting environment. Guttural sounds escaped his open lips as he clawed at his chest and throat. Collapsing on his hands and knees next to the stone he sank his fingers into the ground, gripping the wet soil in desperation. His vision blurred as rivers of tears fell like waterfalls, heaving sobs of anguish erupting from him. Uncontrollable wails filled the air, acknowledged only by the howling of the wind. The sudden crack of thunder did not stop his continued balling but as the rain started pouring, each drop biting into his skin, masquerading as a tear, it seemed that the sky was weeping its sorrows with him.