i stare into the dark,
into the sky, really, but it's
not what it once was;
nothing is.then i turn to
look for you
but i can only see
an empty spot
next to meso again, i look into
what once was the skywith the urge
to reach for
something
someone
that i will
never get backbecause now
kind of suddenly
i can see a star
in the dark skyand i know that
even if you're not here
and never will be
anymoreyou're still looking
down at mejust like i am looking
into the sky
that's now not so
dark anymore
YOU ARE READING
vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.