You traced the marks on my back and told me they looked like the big dipper
I wanted to tell you that your eyes shone brighter than any orbs of light we have desperately tried to make into
constellations
We have created stories for every star
Put so much thought into every light in the sky
Just to wish on them as they fall
When in reality

The north star is going to fall someday
And you'll still find your way just fine