The stars were twinkling in the night sky, but the more I watched, the more I thought about him, and I didn't know why. Maybe the dazzles reminded me of his eyes, maybe of sparkles in my tears for him when I would cry. Maybe the glow in them like his smile, the one I wanted to stare at for a while. Maybe the darkness like our thoughts, the ones that scared me the most, the fear of hearing him scream before a gunshot. Or maybe the way the stars align creating a heart-shape as if were a sign. No, no I shouldn't take it that far, besides no matter how much I hope, I can't even be helped by the wish of a shooting star. Goodbye, stars, I'll see you again, maybe next time I'll have more stories to confine with you, my friend. Until then, I will be gone, along with my sorrow and my broken song
