My little sister still asks about you
I tell her that the stars swallowed you up,
That they needed your light
So now you spend your time
Forming constellations in the sky
I don't tell her
That I've talked to the sky
Every night
Since you've gone
I don't tell her
That I see you in her eyes,
In the way her hair flies
Free around her face
I see you in everything now
Maybe because I'm always looking
For traces of you
In this city
That I can't call mine
Without you

Very touching…for anyone who has lost someone close to them this is easy to relate to.
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