My feet crunched with the frost I walked over.
I looked up and started to walk slower.
"What are you looking at?" you inquired.
It was late, I was getting tired.
"I'm looking at Orion"
You asked "Is that a constellation?"

I nodded.

You sat down on a bench and patted it for me to sit.
And so I convinced myself to stay for a bit.
I told you all the stories in the sky that I knew.
And when I ran out, we made up tales anew.

Before I knew it the sun was up.
And then I woke up.
In reality, I guess we weren't meant to be.
Because you found someone else to replace me.
I guess it's time to say goodbye.
It is the middle of July,

**I hope you are happy