darling day

I want to know how much you miss me, after everything we went through, do you still think of me when the clouds are high, because you know I sent them to you. do you picture my face in the flowers, that reminds you of my room, I never let you in, because I was afraid of what you might do. the pots are dusty and broken, lying across my floor, because who would ever love me, when I can love me more. her name was Anastasia, but we all called her darling day, because she was the burst of light, everyone chose to play. she showed me the meaning, of always letting go, she taught me how to love myself, after my grass turns to snow. now that she has left me, I feel so damn alone, I look to the stars for comfort, memorizing the light they have shone.