What Isn't There

Staring into the cold stillness of space,
I see one shining star
Bright, as the smile once was on your face,
And I wonder where you are.

I still remember your sad, dark eyes
From a far and foreign clime,
Remember every smile and sigh
From once upon a time.

And I remember a promise made:
A silly, crazy vow
That lapsed, unfulfilled, as neither stayed—
That was then, but this is now.

Sometimes, I have this crazy thought,
Returning now and then,
That tells me maybe one day I ought
To call or text you again.

"Hey you, remember me?" I'd say,
Just like the radio song.
But it's just too late by years and days—
Too late, too long, too wrong.

I'm here—a year and a world away
Or maybe even more.
No calls, no messages: I'm okay,
And I don't miss you anymore.