now the stars
(on my ceiling)
have no meaning
and i want them to fade
into the night sky,
the pavement,
the drywall.

the stars will come falling out of the sky and they will fall right through the holes in the bench.

i can't look up, day or night, without thinking of you.
when it's day and the stars are not visible, it reminds me of you because you are not with me.
when it's night and the stars are out, it reminds me that you are no longer there.