Poems

Gone by Constellations

We would cuddle up outside at night and talk, about everything we could.

 Night after night you tell me about the constellations, I love to listen to you talk about something you love so much. I alway forget them, and you always tell me again and again. You told me "I'v told you about a million time about the constellations".

 I remembered ever single star, line, point, name, figure, and direction you had ever told me. I finally remembered all the constellations, just like you wanted me to.

But it was to late.

You were gone.

Forever