Gather the Stars

Gather the Stars
By Todd C. Stanley

Gather the stars in your delicate hands and throw them to the cold earth like the tears I’ve shed for you as you walk away from this now vacant grave engraved with the name you’ll never forget. The piercing hate you show me is but a rouse of how you have changed for the worse. You were so beautiful once, and now the vacant grave in which you’ve departed from keeps something inside, dark and bleeding. From my knees I arise to my heavy feet and take pity in which lies at this hallowed grave; the thing in which I used to cherish above every other thing. It is only now but a shriveled pitiful thing growing colder every step you walk away. Shattered and meaningless now, soon to be forgotten, your heart lies in this dark hole. As I look into the star littered sky I shed one last tear, like a falling star it will pierce your broken heart once again as had my past tears had done to you. The tear speaks the words that I must depart with, leaving you to carry on with your broken life. God knows we never wanted this to end, as strong as you thought you were the only thing you proved was how weak you became. I loved you so much, I would have endured everything I had to just to hear you say that back to me. But now you are gone and have forced me to carry on with my life. I pray that someday somebody may find your gravestone covered in cold and warm your freezing heart. I will ever be grateful for the times we had together. Know that I will never hate you for what you’ve done to me, I knew you were my angel of darkness and my demon of light. So gracefully you punished me, how did I ever think I could tame your heart? Let me close my tired eyes now and hope for your salvation with a chance for true love. As I give into the night I will always have with me what we had together. Tormented, I will wrestle with my nightmares. These consuming nightmares of how you were able to let something so beautiful slip from your delicate hands. Still, I will arise from this battle with a damaged smile and a sincere heartache. These are the wounds you have left me with, and though they heal more and more by the next sunrise; there will always be the scar you left. As I live to my limit, keep lying in your carved out grave and wait for someone to find you. Gather the stars in your delicate hands my love.