the wind carried away the dust,
and with it,
every memory I had tried to bury.
in the middle of the night
my hands still reach
for the thin line
between dreams
and reality.
there you are—
my little star.
never as dazzling as the sun,
yet somehow
you always knew
how to make the darkness
feel like home.
you hid behind the endless black,
loving me
so quietly
that I mistook silence
for forever.
I used to believe
your heart would never change.
now I wonder
if it had ever belonged to me
at all.
I still wish
you were beside me
when nightmares woke me trembling—
your arms around me,
your sleepy voice saying,
"it's only a dream."
but now I know.
I was never
the only one
waiting
for your light.
someone else
found warmth
under the same sky.
someone else
looked at you
the way I did.
someone else
needed you
just as much.
tell me,
little star...
should I close my curtains
and pretend
your light no longer exists?
I could.
but then
how would I survive
these endless nights
without the only light
I've ever known?
perhaps
love doesn't disappear.
perhaps
it simply becomes
a scar
we learn
to live with.
and when everything
has finally faded—
when even my tears
can no longer remember your name—
only one word
will remain.
goodbye.
and even then,
I think
I'll still be looking
for your light.
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