I searched.

And searched.

And searched.

Like a lost astronomer, I searched my skies, skipping over the stars to find the one light I desired.

You.

My old friend, my moonlight.

Sorrow now fills where you once were.

Now, even the stars have disappeared because of the artificial light I tried to make.

I tried, I weeped, and I yelled towards the sky for you to return.

Please, come back.

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