The sky, once a canvas of shimmering light,

Now looms as a void in the desolate night.

Its stars, once alive with a radiant gleam,

Now whisper of loss, like a fading dream.

What once held the whispers of wonder untold,

Now stares back at me, so lifeless, so cold.

A realm of enchantment, where wishes took flight,

Now pierces my soul with its barren delight.

The galaxies hum, but their tune’s turned to dread,

Their beauty now haunting, their magic now dead.

The vastness above, once a friend to my soul,

Now mirrors the ache of a heart that’s not whole.

Oh, stars, do you mourn for the lives you have seen?

For the dreams you once cradled in spaces between?

Or do you stand silent, unmoved by the pain,

Eternal and distant, untouched by the strain?

The sky, though it’s shattered, still calls out to me,

A hollowed-out echo of what used to be.

I long for the days when its wonder consoled,

But now it just hurts to behold.