gone

there's a midnight glow radiating,
off her pale, tear stained face,
as she gazes up at him,
struggling to breathe, chest heaving,
hand clutching fabric over broken heart,
and she's gasping, asking, [pleading],
for him to stay just another day,
and he looks down at her in silence -
beautiful, bright, luminous,
a makeshift smile only she could see,
and for one moment she had hope,
but come morning,
the moon was gone,
and only the breeze remained,
for she was gone too.


A/N: prompt: tell me if you're staying in 83 words, 15 lines.