It's 4:30 a.m. and I lie awake,
noting the glaringly obvious absence of your warmth beside me as I stare up at my ceiling.

The glowing stars there seem lackluster when all I can think about is abandoned streets at 2 a.m. with the stars shining in your eyes.

You take me by the hand, some twist of fate bringing us together.

You are celestial; the vibrant light in my night sky.

I long for the day when the cool, dark winter of your absence subsides, but for now, I hold on to the warmth of your memory.

As the sun rises, so will I; if only to feel your touch upon my skin once more