Even the Stars

when each tick of a clock is the slow increase of distance and there is no warmth anywhere because even the stars (like me) are too far away when the sunset is less beautiful than tragic at the ending of another another, another... and brings night dark as regret because even the stars (like me) can't shine without you when the dawn of tomorrow is the desperate terror that it's closer now, the inevitable time when you won't care because even the stars (like me) burn, but eventually fade my only answer can be "yes" (rather, 'I should have')