Mystery of When

The fog hangs in the cool night air like a faint reminder
of all that could have been
Had he found himself in time.

The glow of the moon echoes atop the hills
in hope that somehow, someday He will be.

The dampness clings to lungs that want to scream,
but only manage a sigh for the helplessness that weighs on his heart
and steals his breath.

Tonight is but another mystery of when.