• As i watch the starry night, i picture the moon that was suppose to hang above me.
    The moon doesn't come around anymore since you've been gone.
    I miss you like the dark sky misses the bright moon, only having little stars with her.
    Please come back i whisper in my head and then the bushes shake with excitement.
    I get off my back and stare into the darkness, then the moon appears.
    It finally came to make those stars go away.