This is loss. There is no cure.
the bane of tainted hearts impure
A missing limb, a little scar
Eternal as the watching stars
They see your pain, I see it too
the twinkling light says love was true
It was for me, once long ago
but stars will shine, and rivers flow
the sun will rise, they always do
for those who've lost, for me and you.


- Phobos

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Haernos, in the year 132 MA.