His grin was infatuating as he pushed her on the old rusty swing that had been at the park for years.

Her giggles filled the environment as she swung up, her small frame emitting pure joy. The long dark strands were flying in the breeze. She was a princess.

They smiled, as they sat together on a cobbly wooden bench.

" For my princess," he'd said as he tied a necklace of beads that he himself had made around her neck.

She'd smiled at him contentedly as he leaned in and briefly touched his nose with the tip of hers.

They could be like this for infinity, he'd thought.

His tears poured steadily, tracing their way down his cheeks. He sat alone at the same bench they'd once declared their everlasting love.

His brown eyes observed an old couple playing with their grandchildren, as they enjoyed their evening at the park.

"Halmeoni, " the kids laughed as their grandma indulged in tickling them.

Why couldn't he have that too?

The wind seemed to speak to him in a soft language he couldn't understand, calling him, beckoning him to their embrace.

"I miss you. " He said.

Perhaps the messengers of the wind would tell her. That he still loved.

When would it be?
If I face you again,
I will look into your eyes and say
I missed you.