You sit alone like many before,
You watch the stars as they glitter above,
Mocking your unanswered questions.
“Why must I remain?
Why am I still here?
Why is there this pain?
What did I do wrong?”
I stand beside you as I have before,
I watch your eyes as the sparkle fades,
Yet still glitters with each answer.
“Your story is not yet finished,
You have many stories left to tell.
Without pain there is no beauty,
And your crime was stealing hearts.”
Now I sit alone underneath the stars,
Wondering which was me before I fell,
Crashing down to earth to wonder,
“Why am I alone?
Why have they left me?
Where are you now?
When will this stop?”