even in daylight
we know the moon is there
pale and waxing
or was it waning?. . . 

do you think
the stars still sing
so we can hear
their truth

you wait
in the amber dusk
soaking in the light
for me

when i earnestly try
to reach you
running on a loop
it seems impossible

like a collapsing star
i think i see you
but you’re just a shadow
of what’s already gone

a reason to get out
the beacon of hope
your fading skeleton
light years away

can you see it?