The Night's Stars
And The Dark Space Between Them
She gets to breathe in
A little bit of heaven
Every time you
Hand her the sunshine
You hold within
I wonder if she
Even remembers
How cold the world
Is without you
***
She gets to see you
Walk out a door and
Not have to fear you
Won’t come back
She sees you walk
Away from her
Without really leaving
***
She gets to see you
Smile at her and
She gets to melt
From your nearness
Instead of your distance
***
I get withered flowers and
Crumpled conversations and
Nightmares disguised
As daydreams
***
I get the distant past
And painful present
And silences that suffocate
***
You handed her the very stars
In the night sky and
All you ever gave me was
The dark space between them
***
She has you and all I have
Is a broken heart that
Still belongs to you
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