I Sang a Song to the Stars Tonight after the leaving
I sang a song to the stars tonight, a broken hymn, a thread of light. The sky just listened, cold and wide, while ash fell softly from inside.
All my love has turned to ash— no flame remains, no tender flash. He left me here, no hand, no word, just silence where his breath once stirred.
The night leaned in but did not speak. The stars kept shining, pale and sleek. I asked them why; I begged them how— but they j