we had our
own stories
to tell,
own roles
to play,
own songs,
to sing,
own music
to create,
and
we have
our own
lives to
live.

those stories,
remarkable memories,
will remain as
beautiful, extravagant,
and distinct constellations

after that
there live mistakes,
regrets, sins,
and mischief.

those lead us
to sharp, hurtful
edges,
it makes us
want and clamor
to rewrite
our ties.

but,
i suggest
we make
another story
from the stars
we've used
so far.