He had found himself in the solitude of his room.

He sat down on the bed, the light switched still in the off position as he waited for a glimpse of you once again.

He sighed. Every night the dream's the same. Every time he speaks her name, black and shiny eyes appear, in a long white veil.

If only he could touch her skin if only he could lie within if only he could see her face Neath the long white veil.