reflections on the water

"Time is endless." This was the thought that echoed through his head everyday. He wished time would speed up, but it drug on endlessly. It had as long as he could remember, and while that wasn't his entire life, it was pretty damn long. An eternity could have been shorter than his life.
His life had certainly felt it had lasted an eternity. He had suffer enough heartache to fill three lifespans. And yet he kept on living. He laughed sardonically, "Only the good ones get to die." That old polish asshole had told him that once. It kept surfacing in his mind, as if to mock him. "damn him," he muttered to himself. Not that there was actually anyone around. He had the park to himself on this cool afternoon.
He came here everyday. It was the park where they had met years ago, in that long distant summer. He didn't know then that she was the woman of his dreams, but he did know she was special. The way the light hit her hair making it shine with inner radiance, and her smile. He still saw her smile every time he closed his eyes.
He wasn't really sure if he came to the park to relive the memories of times they had spent there, or if he was hoping beyond hope to see her once more. Hoping that her spirit will appear and give him just a few more minutes of happiness.
He lowered his head, as usual, the tears had started falling. He didn't bother to wipe them away, he knew that there were more to come. Even after all these long years, his heart still ached with the loss of her presence. It never went away, and he dealt with it every single day. It was his burden, the price he had to pay for losing her.
He could feel a wail building inside of him. It was so strong, it went deep into his bones, the ache of love lost. He slumped down on the bench. He hoped it was time, that it was time to leave this world. She had left long before him. Years and years ago, in fact, no one he knew remained alive, yet he never could die. He had passed the century mark a long time past. Life just kept on going.
The tears had stopped, his shirt collar was soaked. He lifted his lowered head to see the sun sinking into the horizon. It would soon be time for him to go. The park would soon be closed, and he knew that he couldn't survive the elements. As he stood to go, he heard a whisper in the wind. It was her voice, whispering his name. He frantically scanned the area.
After what seemed like hours, he stopped searching for some sign of her and started slowly walking home. He missed her so much, he just wanted to go home.