Stars counted and stars wished,
Our time together is missed.
Even though you are no longer with me,
I still keep you close in memory.
You see, when a writer loves someone,
That person never really goes away.
In journals, notes, and books they stay.
Continuing in adventures, stories and even a poem.
In the heart of a writer you will always have a home.
I can write you a hero, a warrior, or a sea captain.
I can write you in the rainforest, the oceans or the Roman Vatican.
You will never really be gone, in this writers handwriting you will live on.
© S.F Forest