Stars wept for you tonight
when you blew them out--
like candles.
You covered them
with smoke-like clouds;
and then they cried…

 You tried to subdue and disguise it,
but when you lay your head down
on those smoke pillow clouds
under cover of darkness
you let your own tears fall…

 Fifteen years of tears
poured down in rivulets
on my roof.

 And I knew…
that even in heaven
where stars always shine--
you miss your birthdays with us.

 I wanted to stand in that rain--
letting your tears soak through me,
to feel you close to my skin,
to cleanse away some of the pain…

Instead, I stayed inside,
knowing the futility of the rain
to cease our separation.
But…
it was enough to know
that sometimes…
sometimes…
you cry for me too.