I hope he knows — the way the moon and the stars; just looks exactly like me and him. For they are so bright [yet so far away] shimmering under the unclouded sky. Reminded me of how I was able to feel every beat of his heart even when he wasn’t there — for I already knew the sparks we both felt in the moment we shared the memories on those days. We were at the empyrean, or it was a purgatory; leaned on him on the way his ability to survive under the desolate darkness.
I hope he knows — that the sound of the waves breaking gently on the shores; made me think of him, for they were so calming as if I could heard the harmonies through my ears. Drowning me to the deepest dreams where he was there standing waited for me — standing in front of the wooden house by the sea.
Reminded me of how soothing his voice was, for its able to put me at ease by calming my storm down; through rainy days and the clandestine clouds.
I hope he knows — that the rays of the orange sun setting down under the silky pink sky at dusk — again, made me think of him. For they are so mesmerizing; reminded me of how fascinating he was, putting back every piece of my torn pieces, assuring that he was the new beginning.
Then I hope he knows,
that he was a part of the brightest crescent;
the magnificent stars;
and everything in between.
— and I was so much more when I was with him.