it was comforting. most people attribute their (eternity) special someone to the sun. you were never that for me. you were many countless, irreplaceable, unknown qualities that i wanted. none of them were glaringly obvious. besides, i am never in the light. i am always in the dark. (the deep and lovely dark) i am never lost there. i never needed a star to guide me home – i was home already. what i wanted (craved) was the steady presence to remind me that i was not alone. the moon is always there, you know – even when you can’t see it. so, i look up as night falls (that black curtain sweeping down, down) and hope you’re somewhere (happy) nearby, looking at that round rock in the blackness, outshining all the rest. i know it’s not a star, but i make a wish anyway: your name (a prayer, whispered) followed by three little words.