Rant #1343

when I don't know what to do I seek comfort in the same night sky we used to look at together, a distant memory that'll fade like the sun rises as the moon goes and I still think of you. They say to give you the moon but just like you it slips out of my hand. the stars shine like the light used to in your eyes when we first looked at each other under this same night sky. you'll share this sky with someone else now but when I look into the stars they'll always say your name.