What about shooting stars?

I remember the way in which the shadows appeared behind so many lights.
I remember the warm air and the grey skies.
I remember the grieve.
The Horrror I could not conceive.

I remember how I looked up to the skies and said to myself
'This night's getting darker than any I have ever seen'
I remember how I looked desperately for a shooting star there above.
I remember how I felt when the moonlight was gone.

I thought it was a strange thing being alive
when all of a sudden everything changed.
When all of a sudden I fell to the ground
and my heart was ripped out of my chest.

I guess it was all because of the moon
that I flew away from the this land of sorrow
and pain, so fast I could've reached any of the stars above.
But I was too busy looking for you in the lands below.

So, where are you, if you are not up here?
Neither in the skies nor in the land,
neither in the light, nor in the dark.
Neither with the wind, nor with the stars.

I looked for you so desperately
that when all the stars in a thousand skies began to fade
I screamed out your name and then I blamed the moon
for making me feel safe
when all the shoulders I wanted to cry on were gone.

Because no-one can tell where shooting stars are,
they are just here and there for a while
and, the same way you did when you were alive,
they brighten the darker hours of our nights.

-A