Memories of Missing You

 
Always and forever you had me at your beckoned call, trying to make you smile.
The only time I felt powerful was when I made you laugh, uncontrollably and out loud.
 I wanted you to stay forever, but I am still thankful to have had your heart even if for just a little while.
 Now when I lay on our picnic blanket all alone as I stare up into the sky, I can still wistfully imagine your face in a picturesque floating cloud.
 I will always cherish all of our late night thoughtful talks, something that we had affectionately shared.
 And I will forever treasure the way you held my hand, walking side by side in dark starry nights.
 Till this very day when I get sad, afraid, and lonely I can lay back and look to the stars, because it is there that pieces of my heart can begin to be repaired.
 On stormy nights when the crack of thunder rolls, it is a reminder to me of all our anger and pointless fights.
 Your happiness was always my resolve, as I embraced your freedom to move on from our inevitable calming storm.
 My loneliness was my temporary purgatory paying for all of our sins, a place where my strength is held together by all of our most memorable highlights.
 There are no more beckoned calls for me to make you smile, freeing me to love once again, an acquittal from a feeling of no longer needing to conform.
 My hope is now restored to all of my future tomorrows preceded by quiet, calm, and peaceful dark starry nights.