Stuck-
In the moment between...

You wanted to know more,
More about me...

What type of world
Was created here...

Watching out the window
as clouds haze the vision...

The cold wind blew,
As yet again, the April sun...

I left you
A note on the counter...

I wander through the luscious fields
Of gentle daisies and bright tulips...

Stars used to mean to make a wish,
For love...

You broke me,
You beat me...

Broken hearts cause
Faded dreams...

Your small hand
Wraps around my fingers...

The stars of heaven
Slowly fade...