The seconds still tick by,
Each pounding on my
heart in a sick melody played
on crumbling keys in
an old abandoned cathedral.

And heat wafts off
blankets plugged into the
socket, but the
empty space
beside me remains mocking,
a halfhearted dent where you
should be.

But you’re not.

The cold outside slithers
down my spine as I
hide silent sobs.

It’s been two months since
I could glance beyond
the icy glass of my window and
see small twinkling
beads of light hung in the
sky sit scattered
before me,
no jealous clouds to
hide their song of light.

But I can see them now.

The stars hid from me for
months,
coming to me now, when
they sense the
hurt and tears
coating my face.
They emerged from the heavens
saying,
“We’re here, darling daughter.
We care.”

The stars came to protect me
when they could
be sleeping
with the bears in
the hillsides or the
wolves in their dens.
But they materialized for me.
Tonight.

And yet this useless, heartless
dent in the pillow
where your head used to lay
remains
cold and untouched.

You knew it would happen,
didn't you?
Knew once I fell in love
with you,
you’d never leave my stubborn
naive mind.
Still, you pretended to care
about the things I said,
the things I told you.

But the one time I might
actually want to
finally let it all go,
everything,
the stars have come to save me,

but where are you?