Looking at the night sky makes me think of him, Partially because his eyes are so bright they could light the darkest of nights, But also because he’s like a constellation; He’s all these bright spots connected by imaginary lines in black. He can be so far away, even when he feels so close, And some nights he doesn’t show at all. His smile is like a supernova, But sometimes he moves like a black hole. I swear I’ve seen stars die inside of him Just as much as I’ve heard the sun in his laugh.