Lost Among Stars

“Love you to the moon and back,”

that’s what you told me late at night.

Back then trust in you was something I never thought I would lack.

And for years we made the trips through space.

But as time went on the world between us turned from light to black.

I grew up.

Pulled ahead.

You stopped trying to keep pace.

And now this is the ugly truth which I must face:

I have become lost among stars.

Floating somewhere between Jupiter and Mars.

I just hope the landing won’t leave scars.

Do you remember that time I fell off my bike?

The way my scraped up knees bled?

I only calmed down when my favorite book to me you read.

So close to you, it was though I were bound by a thread.

Your shoulder was my favorite place to lay my head.

And now to me it is as though you are dead.

For you have left me here.

Scared and Stranded.

Lost among stars.

You have stopped caring.

You no longer kiss my hurts away,

rather you are the reason I feel that way.

You turned  my life which once felt like a dream into a living nightmare.

Not that you care.

The way you left me,

floating

wounded,

in the abyss—

being cut by the stars I once wished upon;

blinded by the light I thought shone just for me.

Those childhood fancies, them I do miss.

For now I am caught in this snare.

Tell me, how is this fair?

That I have to live and deal with the aftermath of your stupid affair.

How can you not even care?

Just look at these scars.

Deep.

Painful.

Aching.

Alone.

Empty.

Drowning in nothing.

That’s how you left me.

So now I am lost among stars.