black background

trillions of lights

flickering

beautiful

so alive

yet gone

even as i stare at them

from my little patch of green

no bang

no whimper

just dead

it gives a feeling

like the one

i get when i hear your name

heart wrenching

bitter sweet

like a punch

in the gut

then a hug

from an old friend

do you feel the same?

when you see the stars

from your front row seat,

when you hear my name?

sometimes

i imagine a time

from before

or perhaps after

when you’re

no longer

swimming through space

but here

with me

staring at the past,

clinging to each other in the present,

and praying to whoever

puts out the stars

for the future

but then comes

the fear

or wonder

or thought

or maybe

a little of all three

the fearwonderthought

that when your feet

touch the ground

will the loss of the stars

overwhelm

your regaining of me?

will i still be

the prettiest thing

you’ve ever seen?

i hear mars is beautiful this time of year.