It was noon.
The sun beat down from above.
But you shined brighter.
You closed your eyes
And felt its warmth,
And I felt yours.
The grass where you lay
Left a bed in your shape.
I look over it now.
And I do seem to ache.
What company you used to have
Is long gone now.
All that is left
Of my company
Is the moon
And stars.
They are most likely great secret keepers.