And shining like,
The original residents.
I have replaced my night skies,
With constellations that I named after,
You.
Each in its own way representing,
You.
Your laughter,
Or,
That one there,
Not a constellation but,
A shooting star.
I wrote that one after your,
Smile.
These papers are all stars,
To me,
Because,
Each has something about,
You.