I am to empty the skies around me, all of them all of you, made emptier still by your presence, your absence never was all that empty. All the stars on your body tugging me, pulling me to you. You breathe they glow, they breathe you exist. Yet there is no exit. They gleam with shyness, these dying heavenly bodies lying on a celestial you May girl, each time I kiss them, quietening every single one of them. Some songs, like you, are home. And I am going home tonight. Don't wait up for me.