she found a constellation of a crane in our night sky
breathlessly, when the sun slept she rushed to see
if the stars that together built life were still there
i never saw it not the way she did
after she left the stars lost some of their luster
maybe the crane found love maybe it found unbitten nails
it got tired of waking up next to the same sky
i noticed stardust on her cheeks every night
leaving out bird food as if it’ll come back
she described one night how she flew up to the atmosphere
and she hugged it, its feathers were warm
the stars are now scattered, and no life is found there
i hug a star and its cold, freezing, it leaves a tattered feather on my black shirt sleeve
i never saw the crane as she did, i burned the feather and its smoke clouded the night sky