They Never Leave Here

There’s something about nights The cool, calm breeze brushing ears The sky provides our only light We sit in the middle of a park Waiting for what we want to hear And even if I don’t hear it, I’m alright with that I’m barely listening anyways— The sky has so much more to offer Every single star is in the same place They’ve been there since I was young You may have left, you may be leaving But the stars, they never leave here Maybe someday I’ll find myself In the middle of this park Nothing changing— Not the stars, Not whoever she may be