The stars remember what we once said
Carved in the quiet above our bed
Even the moon would tilt and gleam
Listening closely to our dream
Your breath once brushed the trembling air
Turning the night to something rare
Every second you gently gave
Still lights the corners shadows crave
Galaxies turn with patient grace
Holding the echo of your face
Even the constellations thread
Your gentle warmth where darkness bled
And when the heavens fold in deep
Cradling all the love we keep
Your name becomes a silver sea—
Endless bright and following me