The stars they seem

have broken their gleam

They no longer sparkle

and shine for me

They seem cold and bland

hold no purpose and

Are a poor substitute

for the warmth of your hand

But I hold back my tears

As days turn to years

Whilst I cling desperately to my memories

of when you were here

But the loneliness seeps in

And the agony begins

As your laugh fades gently from my mind

into the wind