It’s strange to me that the stars still shine when you’re gone. There should be a gentle fade to black as everyone pauses, waiting for your return. The world should hold their breath, they should be looking at the door, waiting for you to walk through.
But you never will. You’re gone and there’s nothing I can do, no way to fix that. You left me with an eternal grief that I never will know how to deal with. You left me with an unsaid ‘I love you’ on the tip of my tongue.
So maybe that’s why the stars are still shining? So I can look up into the light and maybe you can look down and see me standing there. Then I’ll say ‘I love you’ for the last time and I’ll stop shedding tears when ever I think about you too long.