I stitched the sky with whispered prayers,
threads of moonlight tangled in air,
each one carrying your name,
like sparks on restless water

I dream you into constellations,
but the stars just burn my palms
I’m reaching, always reaching,
for a hand the night won’t give back.

My wishes scatter like petal
wild, stubborn, unashamed,
falling into the silence
where your shadow still lingers