The night was quiet and the air was cold.
He wasn't sure why he was waiting anymore.
He knew the one he wanted to meet wouldn't be coming anymore, and yet he stood there, underneath the weeping willows, waiting just waiting to hear the others voice again.
Instead, however, that night all he heard was the lonesome call of a violin playing ever so softly.
He listened as the notes swirled together into a solemn tune that seemed to speak of the pain his heart felt.
The tears dropped slowly as the music became louder and the marching came nearer.
They passed him, the band of black, without ever glancing towards the man.
He didn't care for his eyes only found the picture that loomed over the coffin.
He began to feel something along the lines of shame for he could not go openly and weep before the man he loved so dearly.
He was something not meant to be found ,the love he held so dear was something that could never be as one desired.
His love knew that.
As the last black suit walked away he laid his hand upon the trunk, sliding his fingers over the promise he made once before.
As his fingertips lifted he whispered goodbye turning towards the lake that took his love.
He to, would soon allow himself to meet the same fate.