Moon and stars,
Stop shining so bright,
For my love is sleeping
Clouds,
Block the sunbeams,
Let dismal darkness
Ensconce me
Oh, to hear his laughter once more,
To see him gingerly
Peek through that
Cold metal door
No tender farewell,
No warm last embrace,
No memorizing the lines
In one another's aging face
My love is gone,
Like a candle's flame,
I am left only with a locket
Of his thick dark hair,
And written on my heart,
His name.
For my love, Steve.
Until we are reunited.
Love,
Bren
