I kept your clothing article as a small reminding particle
of the night the stars shined brightest.
But I fear, never again will I witness that brightness my friend.
There is nothing sweet in the sorrow of parting forever.
In the darkness I wallow and never able to return your love or your article.
It's been washed & rinsed and hung-out to dry,
but I was careful not to die (it) or bleach it,
that would surely cease it from be(ating)ing the thing
that reminds me of the night the stars shined brightest.