There was a place beneath the stars where we used to sleep, the thunders and lightning roared, the rain splattered and we still  remained unscathed;
The moon used to bless us with her light when we made love, she kept us warm too even though we flew too high up;


Icarus fell because of the sun, I woke up just about the same way, I tried to make sense of the vision to our memories colored into my nerves, it didn't make sense just as how fate had cast it's die on our story's end;


I sit upright, warm from the dream, stared into the ground where you once stood wearing my shirt and smiling at me, it's been a few months since you passed and I'm forgetting the way you smelt;


Your clothes that you left arranged in our dresser remain untouched because I'm still afraid you'll prance out of nowhere and yell at me because I tend to mess it up, now it's a shrine saturated by you;


I look at it and grieve because your favourite shirt is it's last row and on it a photo of us where I smiled looking at you and I didn't appreciate it enough because I always thought I was ugly in it, now I can't;


I lay down again, hoping to renter again where we left us each other and I somehow did but you weren't here anymore, just a shape of you amid the clouds, I look around searching for you and freeze finally;


I find you holding Icarus's wings frozen by the moonlight, "Meet me at the moon but not yet" you shout and rage on to heights I'll conquer one day and I decide to live until then knowing you're waiting for me.