The lovers leave their silent intercourse, and part unto their homes. Her smile hidden by a veil of chestnut locks, she glances after him, her eye longing to see him walk. A sigh, and she moves back into her house. He walks the empty road, his eyes upon the stars, the night within his lungs. His heart longing to sing, he sings. A melody escapes his lips as he travels the lonely night; he counts the stars as he walks home—the stars are his to count. The lovers dream of future days, and long to see the rising sun.
Drabble: Lovers
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