I Saw Him Again

I saw him again, late last night, staring off in the distance under the star's gentle light. He stands there staring, trembling with hurt, numbly never moving, never saying a word in his heart. Night after night, he continues to stand, alone with a picture held tight in his hand. A picture of who I can't say, at least, I couldn't until I found it one day. Unknowingly dropped but all my wonder made clear, there it was on the ground, muddied by tears. So pretty she is, so happy they seemed, the darkness holds captive unforgettable dreams. On the back, her name, also with his, faded but there, the print of a kiss. "Forever us," traced over with pen, the reasons revealed of the man called him. Her name he wrote, still fresh on the ground, the forever he lost, I laid back down.