the brightest stars are over your head now, aren't they?
and here i sit, with a cluster of crestfallen storm clouds and extinguished stars dancing above my head, mocking me, telling me screaming at me that i should have done it while i had the chance.
but it's too late now.
because the skies are shifting, and you are a million miles above me with the brightest of stars and lightest of clouds, clinking champagne glasses and toasting to a bright future.
you're moving on.
i guess it's time i do, too.
but it's hard.
because you were the person who i always trusted to brush the storm clouds away and, in their place, paint luscious streaks of white with the patterns of your soul.
but you're moving on.
the skies are shifting, and here i will sit with a cluster of crestfallen storm clouds and extinguished stars dancing above my head, mocking me, telling me screaming at me that i should have done it while i had the chance.