The Cool Moon and Wind of Last Night

It was as if they had returned to that time,

when she rested her head on his shoulder, dangling from his hair,

walking beneath the setting sun, slowly, their shadows stretching so long,

long enough to seem like a dream from which they would never wake...

An old short story, something of an embarrassing relic, but it seemed a shame to leave it buried forever, so read with caution.

Theme: If we live, may we reunite; if we die, may our longing endure.