The stars look lonely tonight.
They called me as soon as my phone turned off.
Past the frosted tips of glimmering pines.
Through the silver pane of my dusty bedroom window.
They said they miss you.
Your smile.
Your air.
Your eyes.
Your laugh.
Your kindness.
Your forgiveness.
They said they miss you.
Because you’re down here.
On the ground.
With me.
Though if you ever wish to return to your platform in the sky,
Fly away.
Do not let me be a chain around your soul.
This rubble of a heart is no place for a light such as yours.

My love,
The stars look lonely tonight.