Short stories and Other Whatnots

Look up

I remembered how much you loved to gaze,

Up at the stars, oh how strong they are ablaze,

I remember the time you spent, looking up at the sky,

I should’ve looked up with you until time passed you by.

I remember you whenever I see something bright,

And whenever I do, my chest grows tight,

I remember the one night we spent, gazing at the stars,

The time of night is truly ours.

The night that you vanished into oblivion,

It was the night that I gave up to antemeridian,

I no longer gaze up at the sky much to my own coerce,

Because whenever I see the stars, all I see is your hearse.

You taught me the constellations, the galaxies, and the celestial objects,

I gave in because you had an effect; I learned all of those subjects,

Now, what am I supposed to do with all this knowledge?

With you gone from the earth, what was I to acknowledge?

Bed ridden and ill, I was about to face my time,

I looked at my curtains and thought; I’ve missed you, my partner in crime,

Slowly, I opened the curtains and looked up at the stars,

Then I saw you there, taking my hand and claiming what’s rightfully ours.