I scan the sky every night
for your star,
the one that burns with your memory
and name,
I kick myself that I cannot tell it apart
from an infinity of stars scattered
across an inky black carpet

But tonight, a single star shone alone,
brilliant and bold, and I felt
an unseen hand on my shoulder,
squeezing out the tension of grief
that had been held there,
for so many months,

and the star’s sigh merged
with my own exhalation of relief