The Star Poem

I look up at the night sky

As I say goodbye and try not to cry

At the thought of your excrete

Light pokes through the black sheet,

Shedding phosphorescence

In acquiescence

One day, she won’t return,

And it burns as they gleam

The soul, it escapes like steam

The stars aren’t like that,

But they can never be ours

These constellations treat me so well,

They will never quell me like she

But they don’t care,

They just stare

There are silences,

Dripping on the night sky

A series of voids,

Another one destroyed,

And try as I must to adjust,

I cannot avoid

So I look at the stars

And ignore my scars

I am so small

I am so appalled