The world is an ocean
of melancholy.
I am lost in a constant shuffle of
never and always,
dreaming of the unattainable.
The sky is a neverending field
of stars.
Make a wish and
watch it soar, but at any second
it may explode into
nothing.
Like it never existed.
Sometimes,
the stars seem to fade out
and I am left alone in the dark.
I remember your face,
your voice
and know
I will be okay.

I miss you.