Silence Over Lies

Stillness washes over me, looking at the stars.

I crane my neck, I lift my ears, so I can try to hear the moon.

Lovely little whispers used to follow me about.

Echoes have no place here now, I miss the way they'd sound.

Nothing really bothers me now, even though I sit alone.

Counting every star is a better use of my time.

Ever since I realized that you were willing to lie.