I walk through the open door,
And take a step outside.
I search the evening skies for something. . .
Which was never there.
The puffs of breath linger in the cold, night air.
They dissipate as I look upwards at the sky.
I see stars, but nothing is there,
It’s all a dream, nothing fits.
This is not reality.

I look again at the blackness above.
I search the heavens for something, anything.
I need a reminder of the now lost love.
I need to see your face in the stars,
To know that you aren’t gone,
And that you’ll be watching over me,
Never to leave again.