what's out there ( a poetry story )

moonlight

i opened my window,
late at night

watching the stars and feeling the breeze on my face is always one of my favourite things to do

nights like this,
i remember you would call me
we would spend hours on the phone

but nights like that don't exist anymore

nothing will ever feel normal since that night
i should have enjoyed it while it lasted

i took it for granted and i wish i never did

cause your voice is the only memory i have

but the moonlight will always remind me,
that you once existed

and that

you once were my everything