When I was 12 years old,
I stood by my bedroom window
and looked at the stars whenever
I was sad.

The way they illuminated
reminded me that even through
the dark times, I'd find a light.


Several years later,
I still looked up at the stars.

Things were different
because I used them to make wishes
on how much I wanted
to make you laugh and smile.

In just a short amount of time,
you became my light.


Now?
I still look up at those stars,
but all I'm reminded of
is that not all wishes come true.

I can't depend on things
that are light years away
like the way I depended on you.

Much like the twinkle of the stars
will dull and fade away,
the twinkle in your eyes when you
see me eventually did the same.


I don't want to look up at the stars anymore.
**(k.p.)