Longing

As the moon and stars swirled around me overhead, I was overcome by a sense of longing.
Longing for something, someone to be here with me staring into the infinite night sky. Someone who could hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. 
I had somebody like that once. Somebody who would hold me under the stars and whisper secrets in my awaiting ear. 
But they weren’t secrets. They were lies. They had whispered promises of forever in my ears. 
Now I lay on the cool grass alone underneath the sky, longing for someone like that to come along and scoop me up in their and say everything will be okay. 
But all I’m left with is longing.