I see the remnants.
The sky that fell to the night.
The one I used to sit under.

We'd sit under it together,
Laughing, and crying, and hugs would ensue.
If I was sad, you were there.

We would share stories and gossip,
And humor and poems.
You would laugh at my jokes, too.

You were the only one I wanted,
And the only one that wanted me.
"She's ugly and socially awkward," they always said.
You never told me that.

And after you left,
I got the news. You were gone.
"Why does it happen?" I asked,
Hoping that someone's god would hear me.

I had the remnants of the sky.
I had the remnants of the love.
But you left me, knowing-
We'd always be under the same sky.