The stars burning in your eyes
used to be the diamonds
of the rough days we passed,
and the success seared
golden like a California sunrise.
When your lips pressed against
the crooks of my collar bones
and eased their way to
my gaping mouth,
you left me stranded
with the longing and passion
of what we used to be.
Now it’s 3am and I’m alone,
wondering where you’ve gone
and why you didn’t take me with you.
When we pass each other on the street,
the stars I once knew
in the workings of your eyes
have been turned to merely the shine
of a dull glass you might find
on the shelf of a second hand store.