The lonely sigh escapes her lips.
She's thankful it's only echoed by the darkness around her.
Once again she finds herself unable to sleep.
It's as if the moon holds some kind of power, keeping her awake as the rest of the world slumbers.
Loneliness covers her like a blanket, its tattered edges hanging at her feet.
Funny, how her mind can be so alive this time of night.
Not for the first time she wonders if she's the only one who suffers in this way.
It's almost as if her brain is allergic to the sun- becoming foggy and empty.
But as soon as the moon's light reaches her, covering her in its luminous glow, suddenly thoughts and emotions come rushing.
Almost like a mighty dam breaking, spilling its contents.
Stars come out one by one as a tear trails down her cheek.
Knowing you've wished on every star is depressing.
She always winds up hoping one more will appear that she hasn't wished on.
Remembering the happy time he was in her life before the bottom fell out makes her smile for a moment.
Why does friendship have to be so complicated?
Now the emptiness of his absence just makes her feel as if she's incomplete in some way.
Damn the luck of life moving on as if losing a friend was just a trivial matter of little consequence.
It seems saying "I'm sorry," is too much to ask.
Crickets serenade her as the midnight breeze flows through her hair.
Pushing all the old memories down, she locks them away in that small part of her heart.
Only the moonbeams have the power to unlock those memories.
Giving up, another sigh slips through because she knows tomorrow night will be the same.