Last Night of May

With stars in the sky, I watched you sleep. In my arms, I ran my fingers through your hair and gently caressed your neck. I watched as you turned to me, holding me close. Your silky smooth hair flowed elegantly with each blowing breeze. Your porcelain-like skin glowed under the moonlight like sparkles of moon dust.

I heard your every breath. I watched your every gestures.

With the humming of the seas, you awoke with tears in your eyes. I held on to you tightly. With each passing moments, your struggle became tougher. Your breath slowed and your hands weaken.

In the last night of May, in my arms, you reached out for the heavens.