Gazing up, through my open window
It’s not the same, It’s not normal
The stars are noticeably dimmer
Their brilliance is less brilliant
And my awe for them has faded,
Along with their luster.
Billions grace the heavens
Each so small and delicate
So distant and infinitely lonely
Blinking, burning out, and dying
As we humans, all do as well
The breeze, finally cooling after the heat of summer love,
Plays with my hair and gently whispers on my neck
Making me miss something as I stare at the sky
Not quite sure what I miss- just something
Possibly something as distant as the fading stars
Hopefully it will come to me soon
I close my window and my eyes, and fall asleep alone
Possibly as alone as the stars
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