He remembered the day he met her
The day he first saw her
The day he first heard her
That day was his happiest
When he had been looking up at the stars
That decorated the night sky
She had crept upto him and asked
"What do you see when you see them?"
And years after, when she had left
He answered, "You".
Now when he felt her absence
He resented his choices
In the excuse of saving her
He had ended up losing her.
