You were the stars to my sky.
Sometimes I wish you could always be.
I wish I could lasso every single star that’s left
And collect them in jars.
So I can keep them burning forever.
But the universe doesn’t work like that,
If it did,
I would keep you.
I would keep holding your hand.
I would keep hugging you.
I would give my world
The universe has a funny way of swallowing up stars
And replacing them
One by one
They burn out.
Leaving a little more darkness in their place.
A little more darkness.
Until the whole of my being