not long ago
when you & i
were watching all the stars

the patterns in
the pitch-black sky--
we named one that was ours.

but sadly now
it's not the same
the stars, they seem so far

i've realized
the nights we spent
were countless wasted hours

*

eventually
as time goes on
the star too, will grow old

before it turns
to nothingness
it will have to explode