The night sky is empty tonight
There's not a star to remember you by
and the clouds threaten to burst
before my tears recall the last time I saw you

The wind won't stop taking me back
to the morning fights and our evening talks
and I never needed a jacket before
to walk to the bench in the park
with our names on it

These are not the nights I remember;
there were always the stars and your laugh
your stories and my apologies

The warmth of your hand around mine
is replaced by the chill of the approaching winter
and I'm only now realizing
that our love only lasted a season