It’s night
Lying in bed
Once it was a wonderful thing,
Now I just look at the ceiling
Where the stars and the moon are

They shine
And they make my memories shine too

All of the good times
Come flooding my brain

However
I’m lying in the same bed
Where I cried
And cried
For those exact memories
To come back

Only to find emptiness
Suffering

The stars and the moon
The ones he gave me
Are now just a constant reminder
Of what a time of my life was

Should I take them out?
Remove them from my ceiling
So the memories stop?

But the problem is
One of the things I love the most
It’s a starry sky with a beautiful moon