Will The Stars Remember Us

 Will the stars remember? 

Fragments of the words spread 

upon the moonlight trying to find us

    the old us 

the hands that wrote those tales

carry the weight of memories

all the tales under the twilight 

 ink smudged with longing

whispers of a time 

when silence held meaning

     meaning written in the pupils

the bright love in our eyes

 when love was more than echoes

      fading into a new dawn

Yet the night listens still

gathering pieces of our past

tracing our lost verses 

     the stanzas we wrote 

spotted on the fragile skin

 of the speeding wind

will the stars remember us? 

or are we only shadows in the ink? 

 – blood from our own veins 

If the moon could speak

would it recite our names 

   — our poems 

would the stars dance to the 

rhythm of our hearts

 or has time erased the rhythm

 of our once-bonded souls? 

the wind sings a melody, 

but is it ours to claim?

claim it ! was it truly ours ?