Although my heart aches for you, the stars stay the same.
They do not mourn over my aching soul that weeps in sorrow.
Nay, they stay painted on the night’s sky looking down --
They feel no pain nor grief as I bend over in agony
Reminiscing the way your silhouette would stand in the doorway
Although my heart cries with loss
Although my soul weeps
The stars stay the same.