Lying on my back
Unyielding, glacial asphalt chilling my core
I watch
As stars
Slowly
Blink
Out of existence
No cataclysmic events following
Just small beams
Flickering
And dying
Their strength
No longer that of burning suns
But of sheer dust,
Wishful dreams.
Sharing their last moments
With me
Warming my mind as I consider their lives
Oh, that they had told me their stories!
The things they had seen
Through the centuries
Under their unfaltering gaze
The lovers,
The fighters,
The epic wars,
The college all-nighters,
The runaways,
Development of life through the years,
Just a small glimpse into their memory