Scars in the Sky

Nightly, it seems, I sit awake and cry,
As in my mind, I again watch you die.

When you left me to join the stars,
Yours became the deepest of my scars.

Your loss cut deeper than the sharpest knife
And I shall bare your mark for the rest of my life.

In your absence, I will go on
I'll live and cope with you being gone.

For I know someday, I will finally die,
And join the scars up in the sky.