Constellations

I trace the sky with my fingertips,

Searching for the patterns you left behind.

Each star a memory, a fragment of us,

Burning bright in the darkness of my mind.

They say constellations are stories in the sky,

But ours never needed a name.

It’s written in the light you left behind,

Eternal, even when the world forgets.

You’re still here, in the quiet moments,

In the pause between breaths,

In the spaces where silence

Speaks louder than words ever could.

I see you in the stars—

Not just as light, but as meaning.

You taught me that even the smallest flicker

Can cut through the darkest of nights.

But oh, how the night stretches long,

And the weight of your absence

Hangs heavy like gravity,

Pulling me closer to the earth

When all I want is to reach for you.

“Gone” is such a hollow word.

It doesn’t hold the echo of your laugh,

The way your voice filled the air like a song.

“Gone” can’t touch the constellations

We built together in this infinite expanse.

So I close my eyes and let the stars speak.

They whisper your name in patterns I can’t unsee.

They remind me that love doesn’t fade—

It lingers, it shines, it burns through eternity.

And though you are out of reach,

A galaxy away from my fingertips,

I’ll still look to the sky,

And find you there,

In every constellation we ever dreamed.