Crying to the Universe
I will love you until the day I die
Is a promise, and yet a curse
For when I cannot connect with you
It upsets my universe.
The stars have become my frequent friends
As I stare out windows, dark
And wonder how you are, my dear
With pain around my heart.
In the night sky I clearly see
Our story shifted by view and time
The joys to share, the love we've missed,
Because contellations were out of line.
As I cry and speak out loud
Feeling small and wrong and lost
I say words for your happiness
And hope it's not a cost.
Mr. Rogers said it best,
It's you, about whom I care
Not the things around you
Or your ribbons or your hair.
The frame may be our history
Our shared love and time and genes
But, as the starry sky is wide,
I pray our tale exceeds.