I've wandered a few times

Thanks for helping me back.

You've led me astray

Then pushed me on track.

I don't like what I've become.

But it's not your fault.

I just feel a little numb

A little less like myself.

When you die, I die a little too.

A little broken, still breaking.

I know you're still around

In my heart, although it's aching.

But isn't that what the heart is for?

For breaking and aching and taking a little more.

I can still hear you sometimes.

Talking and laughing and living.

I'm losing the light, enclosed by the dark.

Thanks for being my stars.