Chasing Stars

I wonder does she, See the same moon as me,
As she watches from where she is now.
Didn’t make it this far, Never followed our star,
But I still think of if, why and how.
Are there streams, hills and trees, Skipping ropes and scraped knees,
Puppies, with whom she could play.
Is there laughter and light, Is there love at first sight,
And does evening and night follow day.
Too pure to remain, There’s no sun for this rain,
In my mind she’ll always be there.
While our lives have moved on, She’ll never be gone, I hope that she’s happy somewhere.

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