A Poem For My Collector of Stars

Once more I am writing poems to the spirits that haunt my heart. The ones that wail at my bones beneath my skin. Let all this darkness flow in my ink. Pouring itself onto paper like blue veins. Letting light back inside make me whole again. Its three in the morning I am digging in the ruins of my heart. Unearthing old broken memories. Once you collected all the stars In the milky way and pressed them into my hands. To guide you through the darkness of life you said. How could I not stop the gods from taking you. The one who could collect stars. When you left I folded my heart into a love letter. And slipped it quietly into your soul. To take with you to eternity. I promised myself to stop writing to the ghost. But they are all the comfort that remains, So I write to them one more time. As the dying embers of your stars fade one by one.