I beg of you
Don’t become attached to me
Don’t love me, or hate me
My past is riddled with those I’ve left behind
The way the milky way has riddled the sky with stars
You will be no different
So don’t think of me in extremes
Be indifferent
But know I will look up at you from where I am next
I will remember our times fondly
Because I am a traveler
And we only wish on stars we have not visited