I miss you the most in
the middle of the night
when the o n l y thing
that is able to consume
me is the memory of
your lip stains on my
chest and the darkness
surrounding ; the only
thing that is keeping us
con-nec-ted seems to be
the stars, darling. And
they're close to burning
out.
gd
{I look for you in the stars, because I'm hoping you wish on them too}