i was your blue skyline
and you
were my purple sunrise.

there are stars above me
and, my god, they shine
like nothing ever changed.

(but they’re not as bright as the
stars i saw in your eyes
or as the stars you put in mine)

i miss you more than the moon misses
the sun,
you were my sun
and i could not shine without you.

i’m not so bright anymore.
do you still adore
me?
do you still adore
do you still
do you

do you?