Where the stars keep us
Where the Stars Keep Us
Some people leave quietly,
not with a final goodbye,
but with an empty chair,
a familiar name
that suddenly hurts to hear.
And somehow,
the world keeps moving.
The sun still rises.
Coffee still gets cold.
People still laugh
about things that don't matter
when your heart is remembering
everything that does.
I wonder sometimes
if you can see us from wherever you are
the little moments,
the big changes,
the lives that kept unfolding
after yours had to end.
I hope you know
you are still here.
In the stories we tell,
in the songs that catch us off guard,
in the places we can't walk past
without thinking of you.
You're in the photographs
we almost forgot we had.
You're in the memories
that somehow grow clearer
with every passing year.
And on nights
when the sky is scattered with stars,
I like to believe
there's a little piece of you
somewhere among them
not because I need to pretend
you're still within reach,
but because love doesn't understand
the rules of leaving.
It doesn't disappear
when a heartbeat does.
It simply changes shape.
So I'll keep looking up.
And if one star
seems to shine a little brighter,
I'll let myself believe
for just a moment
that you're reminding me
that the people we love
are never completely gone.
Somewhere,
they become part of the sky,
and part of us.
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