Stars

I remember we used to look at the stars.

I saw my first shooting star then.

I've yet to see another.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was your favorite book.

I’ve been meaning to read it.

Our Saturday nights of watching Doctor Who didn't last long.

Neither did our relationship

Sometimes I still look at the sky watching for shooting stars.

We are so similar yet so different.

I wish it was different.

how we left things.

I wish you remembered me.

I wish we could have our talks like we did.

Would you even remember me if I was allowed to see you.

6 months,

you have 6 months left on this planet

That's what I was told last week.

Not from her. But from her daughter.

She doesn't want me to see you.

Your wife.

Your wife,

The main cause of our estrangement.

She left scars I’m still working through.

I'll forever remember you everytime I look at the stars.

And I hope you are looking down smiling.

And if you aren't.

I'm sorry.