Longing in Reality

He catches a glimpse of it often. Though it never manifests straight on. Only revealing itself, in his peripheral. The sight is enough to chill his soul.  He accepts that it serves to torment him. To render his punishment for the failings inherent with mortality.   Disturbing his slumber, bringing terror to the cold darkness of isolation. Serving as a reminder of what he can no longer know.  A vision of what might have been had her love remained. His eyes though, fully see the truth and longing in reality.