I love the night sky

and the stories that come with it

I found someone who will listen

as I tell her stories of humans

long, long before us.

We've never met,

but we carry on their stories.

Creative minds so wonderful

they changed what I see in the sky.

So I'll tell her about it

in the dead of night

when we should be asleep.

We'll speak only by starlight.

Then, we'll lay down on the ground

by starlight he'll admit to me

things that are hard to put into words.

Our friends left the two of us alone

as he pours his soul out to me.

And I worry. I give as good of advice as I can.

But I can't fix it.

He won't let me help him anymore,

but I hope what I said helped.

We used to speak by only starlight.

One day, a day I dream about always,

we'll lay down, hold hands,

and we'll stare at the night sky.

We'll watch lights shoot through the sky,

pretend like we don't know why,

and make up our own stories.

I look at the sky and then into your eyes

I love the night sky,

but something I love more are your eyes.

We'll kiss by only starlight.

I want to be with him under the night sky.

I want to be with him always.

I want to help him.

I want him to be okay.

I want my stories to be good enough to remember.

I want to tell her about mine and the ones we remember.