the people I used to walk
hand in hand with
now exist
in a life of their own
with people they love.
how do I stare into this night sky full of stars
with a longing so strong I feel it rattle my bones,
and exist?
the people I used to walk
hand in hand with
now exist
in a life of their own
with people they love.
how do I stare into this night sky full of stars
with a longing so strong I feel it rattle my bones,
and exist?