Jun 6, 2014
1/30 - Stars
The shelves were bare, the closet stacked
With boxes full of memories
The one thing left was just the stars
Stuck with a little putty to the bedroom ceiling
I turned out the lights and they winked at me, silent, familiar
Set in the constellations I copied so carefully
When I was young and the stars shone for me
Out of the blackness
Climbing the stairs, I reach, unsteady, for the ceiling
And bracing myself, I touch the first star, and twist
Until the putty gives, and the star lies in my hand
Shining palely in the dark
And one by one, I pluck them
And constellations crumble into black
And afterwards I lie, sleepless, in my bed,
And wish I could have left the stars alone, just one more night
