I love it. I know the feeling to. I lost Him (a boy in general) too. and it hurts alot and I know. It can kill you, But instead of the stars. I look out and see the moon.

It's kind of confusing - but it's a good thing. I know what it's talking about, but I don't. At first you think it's about a lover, but then, as the poem progresses, you realize it's a friend. The part that makes me wonder is when you say Again after 'It's like I lost my way.' It makes me wonder about this persons past. I love it. It may be one of your favorite poems yet.

_Lost In The Crying Night_

P.S. This is me, by the way. Tear Stained Pillowcases.