There are was a time,
I asked the dear Sun,
why can't he steal,
the night away?

He said,
he loved the moon,
he had to die,
every night.

But how does
a star explain
the loneliness
I felt that day?

When I loved,
I never cared,
the reasons why,
we mattered.

But when you left,
I calculated
chemicals and dark matter
to solve a broken heart.

The mystery
remains in cosmos
yet the pain
was real enough.