The stars that shine on high
remind me of
you; sparkling in the night,
near bright as thee.
How deep my Twin, I do
revere and love,
But too much of your face is
memory.
You know your absence is
quite deeply felt
deep cut into the soul it
makes me pain
never before in so much hurt
I've knelt
Yet no words does my patient
waiting gain.
Your silence is a tome I
cannot read
I need not say that I have
barely slept
for misery in full force has
been freed
and yes the stars threw down
their spears and wept
but solely they cry not for
you, nor me.
They weep for right now we
are not a we.
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