Sometimes I talk to the stars
on lonely nights
when the moon is not around.

I tell them how I feel
without the one I love
sitting by my side.

They don’t understand
a single word I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I tell them
how my heart aches
with every memory
I hold inside.

They don’t understand
a single thing I say—
all they do is smile back at me.