I think I’ll miss you forever,
like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.
You shone in me for a fleeting moment,
and now you’re an absence that never says goodbye.
You were warmth on the coldest nights,
a light that tore through my solitude.
And I, lost in distant flights,
kept all of you in quiet interlude.
Some absences shine eternally,
in silences where morning used to be.
And the stars, so sadly and tenderly,
wait for you and so do I, hopelessly.
Now, each dawn without your light
echoes what you used to be.
And though time swears I’ll forget,
some longings time never sets free.
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