As I look to the distant faded stars,
Desperate to reach beyond
The blinding lamppost’s gaze,
I wonder if you still remember
The constellations we created
In that chill December sky.
Can you still feel the tinge of warmth
As we scrolled out messages
In the frigid, midnight sand?
Can you still hear the solace
Of the wintry wind whispering
“Forever…forever…?
When you need me…
Look to the night sky.
Even knowing that light is of the past
Make those same patterns in the stars
And remember…
