All i did was stand.

All I did was stare.

I just made a joke,

but my mind wasn't there.

i stood there,

and suddenly I was mad.

No, not that. Incorrect,

I was sad.

Quite pathetic, right?

Looking up at the skies,

and immediately feeling the stinging in my eyes.

Looking at the stars,

and my eyes want to cry.

Cry, cry. But now bottle it in.

Hide you're upset.

Shut Up.

But although you know it won't work, try to

Forget.

-Z.R.w

-4.11.2023

-And once again I write a poem about the stars. They hold great meanings to me. I hate them, but i also miss them. They represent too much to me, there are too many memories where I used to just look up, and talk. Talk and talk. Lying on the porch with my dad. We used to talk about everything, yet nothing. From plant and gardens to philosophy, from politics to the ocean and the animals within. From nothing to everything, and thoughts and feelings. And love, love... It can get so easily replaced with hate. Our laughter now scar me and the memories sting. I ran under the stars, and wondered how Their big brother Moon always follows always protects. These days I sit at my window not letting my eyes feel more then the stings. I ban them from crying, I'm weak. Just hoping the memories fade, while holding as tight as possible to them.