Dying Stars
Ans so we lay there, under the dark sky, waiting
for the Sun to wake up the world. We were drifting
apart, but we still held hands and I watched the stars die
as you watched the Sun being born. And no one spoke.
You had so many things to say to make everything better,
but I just wanted you to leave and forget about everything.
Life would go on, and we could go on,
for I could not keep pretending to miss you
when you were gone and love you when you were around.
When all the stars were gone, so were you,
but I stayed and stared at the sky. It was blue now;
an even, perfect blue with a blotch of bright yellow.
I smiled up at that sky, and it seemed to smile back.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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