january days and sleepless nights; she is still haunted by ghosts, burdened with a hollow heart, and she weeps, ever so silently, craving the absence of absence, the world remains wondrous, it remains still, however oblivious it is to her, and as she looks up at the ink stained sky, at the stars that once were, she thinks to herself, "the stars, they fade, disappearing into nothingness, like you, just like you, you who have vanished, belonging only in unforgotten memories, causing such unfathomable nostalgia. . . i miss you so, and i love you infinitely, but it will never be enough to bring you back, so haunt my dreams and weave through my thoughts, fill the cavities in my heart, my dear. . . please, just know, that i shall never let you go"
