It stole my breath as I took in the world around me. The night was a black deep, swallowing me up into its darkness. It felt personal almost, like my soul was the night. I laid in the grass, looking up, letting my eyes drift along the open sky. White lights caught my eyes. The stars. They were shining through the abyss.
I sighed as I held myself tightly. I asked the tears not to flow, but they didn’t obey.
I knew he would see them too— the gleaming stars. He would smile at them because that’s how he was. But for me, I cry.
He would remember all the laughs under this endless sky, but I — I would remember the goodbyes and the countless new beginnings I had to make.
He would remember that there was and is always hope, but I know the truth.
One day the sky will fall and when it does, I won’t be looking at its stars.
I got up, brushing the grass off my clothes, leaving it behind— the tears, the stars, the memories, everything.
And there, I vowed that I wouldn’t fall until the sky does.
Ded. Perseverance
