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')
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