You were in my dream last night.

I was quietly sat on a small blue moon enviously gazing at the faraway stars.
When you softly whispered in my ear let’s capture some and put them into little silver jars.

I said, sure why not.
And across the perfect night sky we both flew.
You held the star catcher and I held the jars, and together our precious collection grew.

One by one the brightest of the light faded and the darkest of the night set in,
We were truly happy for a moment, but that was shaded when the utter darkness crawled over our colourless skin.

I said this is wrong.
You said it was my doing.
I said I’m sorry I ever came along.
You said that the stars and I are not worth pursuing.

Then I was suddenly and frightfully alone, with stark emptiness all around.
I screamed your name in all directions, but nothingness has no sound.

I pressed my trembling knees to my cold pounding chest,
wrapping my hopeless arms around the rest and wishing you’d never left.

Now I have nothing.
Just all these stars in these little stupid silver jars,
and reopened wounds that should’ve stayed as scars.

I am Jimmy