I told someone once I loved the stars so much,
Maybe even more than I could ever love myself.
They asked why,
And I answered.
The stars would always be in the night sky,
No matter what I did during the day,
Good or bad,
The stars would always promise to shine ever so brightly.
Even if it was a cloudy night and the stars could not be seen,
A part of me knew they would always be there.  
I then realized,
I wish you were like a star.
You would always be there,
Day after day,
With no chance of ever going away.
Yet that is not life,
And just like everything else besides the stars,
You went away.