Tiny lights up in the sky (I think they call them stars) were seen tonight through little brown eyes filled with curiosity.

Your skin was filled with fever, and you felt like fire against mine. You wanted to hold me through the night, the way it was supposed to be, but your fiery touch and ill-sedated cough made it impossible for you to even sleep. So last night I rested my head atop pillows and loveliness (remember?) and etched your name in the stars above.