I love looking up at the sky,
Staring up high, wondering why...
Did you just decide to leave one day...?
Is that how it happened..?
I don’t understand... I never have.
When you left that day...
It felt like a bullet to the chest.
A knife in the back.
I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you.
The thought of never kissing you.
The thought of never seeing you again.
It hurt.
It stung.
It burned.
But I.
Did my best.
Gave it my all...
And you just left...
And I’m still here.
Still under my thick ink covered sky.
Looking up at the Stars...
And watching my meteor shower.