Lightning flashing across a dark and gloomy sky

        Your presence, or rather the lack of it, haunts me.

So many questions have formed in her mind that he’d be worn out,
        just from listening to the sound of my voice
On and on it goes.

“Look up at the stars when you miss me, and you’ll remember me”
        he once told her.
That night she sits outside,
         just like every other night since she broke.

Weakening more and more.
         Time. Time. There’s no time.  Such a bull excuse made
by many that it rolls off our tongues more easily
         then “hello, how are you?”
Numerous texts in his inbox, only one is from her.
        His eyes stop on the “I miss you” for just a second longer, then moves on to another message, quickly.

Reminiscing about butterflies and roses
        Thinking about how connected they are
in more ways than one.
        How the only other person who could see it
Is her. It’s always been her.

Time. Time. There’s no time.
        I’m not good enough for her.
Such an abstract idea
        of perfection she is.

The way her eyes squint up a little when she laughs too hard.
        The way her big brown eyes lose life when she’s sad,
But also the way they twinkle brightly when she speaks
        passionately.

The way she’ll put you on a pedestal right beside her throne
        and fill you up with so much love
you see the world in hearts.
        You see her, your world, in hearts.
I’m not good enough for her. Such an abstract idea
        of perfection she is.
He disappeared off the face of the world or possibly,
        It was just my world? He was my world.

The way his voice would pitch a little high when he laughed.
        The way his eyes got defensive when someone’s eyes
lingered a second longer than they should of.
        The way his face got an imaginative look when he talked
about the future. Our future.

The way he looked at me with passion and love in his eyes.
        As if I were the only thing in the world.
As if I was his world.

Unlocking her phone, she chuckles to herself.
        Looking down she sees the butterflies and roses.
Shaking her head, a lump forms in her throat. 
        Dark starry night, but the stars do not shine so bright anymore.