CONSTELLATIONS

Cold sky,

same night,

stars staring down like they don’t know my name.

I walk,

I try,

but the universe stays locked in place.

And I tell myself it’s nothing—

just the quiet, just the ache.

But the truth keeps humming, humming

in the space you used to take.

And when I think of you…

yeah, when I think of you…

the darkness cracks right through…

Constellations…

they start falling, falling—

falling when your memory breaks through.

Constellations…

all collapsing, calling—

calling like they only shine for you.

They never move, they never break,

but something changes in their shape—

Constellations…

falling when I think of you.

Long thoughts,

slow nights,

I keep pretending I don’t feel the pull.

But your voice,

your light,

drags the cosmos down until it’s full.

And I know I shouldn’t need it,

shouldn’t tremble at the truth—

But the stars keep leaning, leaning

like they’re listening for proof.

And when I think of you…

oh, when I think of you…

the whole night comes unglued…

Constellations…

they start falling, falling—

falling like they’ve waited for the cue.

Constellations…

all dissolving, calling—

calling like they’re breaking just for you.

They never move, they never bend,

but something changes in the end—

Constellations…

falling when I think of you.

Why do they break?

Why do they shake?

Why do they fall only when it’s your name?

Why do they burn,

why do they turn—

everything bright the moment you return?

Constellations…

falling, falling—

falling like a truth I can’t undo.

Constellations…

breaking, calling—

calling like they only answer you.

They never moved for anyone,

but now they’re crashing one by one—

Constellations…

falling when I think of you.