stardust.
To the one moon envies,It’s strange, how memories settle into your chest like the weight of something unfinished, something unsaid. There are nights when I catch myself staring at the space you used to fill where you’d sit beside me, where we’d talk, where we’d laugh so hard the world couldn’t touch us. And in those moments, you’re still there. Maybe not physically, but your presence lingers, like a fragrance that won’t leave the air.
I don’t know how to explain the quiet ache I feel for you. It’s not the loud, aching kind that makes you cry out. It’s the soft, constant hum that only I can hear. It’s in the silence after a song ends, in the spaces between breaths, in the way your name floats through my mind, without ever fully fading.
You were never the type to demand attention but you had a way of lighting up the room, the kind of quiet radiance that made everything feel lighter, even on the heaviest of days. And I can’t help but wonder if the stars, the moon, the universe, have kept you in their watch since the moment we parted. If they’ve whispered to you what I never could.
Some nights I whisper your name into the air, just to see if it still feels like home in my mouth. It does. It always will.
And still I look up. At the same moon we both once watched. And I wonder if it sees you too. If it misses your glow the way I do.
I miss your comfort talks The way you’d say things that quieted storms I didn’t even know were raging. Your words didn’t just make sensethey made peace. You could hush my chaos with a single sentence. You always knew what to say. And when you didn’t, you hugged me like there was no tomorrow. And maybe there wasn’t because every tomorrow without you feels a little less alive.
We were mirrors, you and I. Reflecting love, light, madness, laughter. Matching in ways no fabric could ever show. You were my safe place. My orbit. My moon. Maybe somewhere, you're looking too. Maybe the stars still carry our laughter. And maybe, just maybe you miss me back.