Look at the stars oh so very bright.
Look at the stars throughout the night.
Was how the poem went. I remembered every sentence, every word, every syllable. And when I looked at the sky I remembered the poem. And I remembered you.
Look at the stars forever and see.
Look at the stars and remember me.
I always thought about how the stars would form every constellation. Its never made sense to me.
Look at the stars and someday you’ll see.
Look at the stars and find a key.
I never found the key. He’d always say that someday I’d find it but I haven’t yet.
Look at the stars and don’t give up.
Look at the stars and the golden cup.
He left me this poem as a reminder, as a note, that I will see him again. Chances are, I probably won’t. I really miss him though. But I know I must move on, and I will.
Look at the stars and remember when it began.
Look at the stars and remember that we will be together again.
Love, Christopher