I stood across the room, staring.
Pale eyes translucent as they fell upon him,
Radiating like bone white knuckles
Hands dig in to palms, nails indent flesh
Reminding me that I am a ghost
Creating crescent moons
To match the way I would of done anything
To give you the stars,
or even the whole sky.
Ignoring the fact that you robbed me of the sun,
took away the light,
Replaced the warmth with a cold
That I am reminded of every time
I find myself searching for you.