Another Day, Another Night

They say when people leave 
They become stars in the night.
Ever since you've gone,
There's no twinkling in sight.

Sometimes I feel I'm losing you
More than I have already.
If not for pictures and stories
Would I remember who you were to me?

I see a glimpse of you 
Every now and then.
But oh the things I'd give 
To see you whole and well.

Another day, another night.
Another meal, another flight.
Will I ever see you again?

Winter is coming, November too
The dreaded day, the dreaded moon.
It's been 7 years and counting.

The memories fade,
the good, the cherished.
The horror too,
I guess I'm just looking for an excuse to miss you.

My tears taste bitter.
The picture on my desk slowly vanishing.
Your voice a distant memory.
The stars are no longer dancing.

Another day, another night.
Another fear, another fight.
I'll see you again, I promise.
Soon enough. Hold tight.

Take My Hand

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