I don’t think about you much
Did killing the pain feel like a civil war?
It’s easy to miss you, but hard to miss your touch
Sometimes I had a feeling death was knocking on your door
I wish I had your eyes, but they soon began to change
Too many ways to say I love you; not enough for you to stay
Holding on to the tragedies and possibilities unexplained
Your voice a fading star, burning into yesterday
It could take eternities to accept that you’re gone
Is this void in my heart replaceable?
How hard it is to say goodbye to a relationship that’s never been dawned
Still I carry your past, something indelible
Now that you have found your place in the stars
I’ll pick up the broken pieces and heal the scars.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:19 AM UTC
I don’t think about you much
Did killing the pain feel like a civil war?
It’s easy to miss you, but hard to miss your touch
Sometimes I had a feeling death was knocking on your door
I wish I had your eyes, but they soon began to change
Too many ways to say I love you; not enough for you to stay
Holding on to the tragedies and possibilities unexplained
Your voice a fading star, burning into yesterday
It could take eternities to accept that you’re gone
Is this void in my heart replaceable?
How hard it is to say goodbye to a relationship that’s never been dawned
Still I carry your past, something indelible
Now that you have found your place in the stars
I’ll pick up the broken pieces and heal the scars.
A supernova, the powerful and bright explosion of a star, that fades weeks or months later. A supernova is the peak explosion and intensity of my grief soon fading away, leaving remnants of the event.