The stars I mean, shining there in their purity. They shone on us once, dear.
Back in the better days of crushed chocolate boxes. Can you see them dear?
The snow flakes drifting down? They fell on us once, remember?
Back when we shared hot chocolate outside Starbucks. Can you see them dear?
Love notes left behind on school desks. I never forgot mine, everyone is locked away safe,
even now.Can you see them dear?
The trees we camped under all those times?Our names are still scarred in them you know.Can you see them dear? The drawings you drew me and the letters I wrote for you during study periods?I bet you can't dear,
And I don't want to either.