indeed, we are.
beneath the sky,
bears the lodestar,
where ships and cities bask in its glory,
proffers the bustling mortals a shed of light,
there are no requests,
for it to bloom,
but it is there to beam dazzlingly.
gazing longingly to the sky,
you asked,
we still look at the same moon, right?
as a way,
in assuaging the crumble of yearning,
to be with you.
i answered,
yes; shortly,
as if i were to say much more,
i wouldn't let you go,
for you to achieve your dreams.
the ghost of you,
were constantly here,
saying that over and over,
leaving me with sorrows and scars inside,
each time you asked.
you aren't dead,
but not here with me,
you're there,
beaming dazzlingly to her,
our promises,
our vows,
you gave us to her.
