The stars dotted across the dark blue sky remind me of the multitude of my scars.

All spaced out but all connecting to form constellations.

We've managed to connect stars into constellations
Reminders always above our heads
Of those six feet beneath our own
So the next time you look up at the stars
Know that they look back at you
And make constellations of us too

I trace out the stars
On the map
Trying to find you in them
But I realise that you
Will never be found on the map
Because
Your constellation
Is the brightest
Amongst the others.