Space Between the Stars

I'm merely mortal, a speck upon Earth, circumspect of gazing into distant heavens, spellbound by stars staring back at me. They inveigle my silly senses. I strain to hear their pellucid inscriptions that shouldn't be clear to humans, but are transparent to me. I personify celestial orbs, attempting to break their astral coded whispers through galactic places that we thought were empty spaces between each twinkling of starlight. They wink through invisible portals, murmuring secrets about us or whatever stars are interested in. Each other? Gossipers! What secrets do they share, or keep? Perhaps they're more like us than we suspected. They have names, grow old, eyes dim and die a cosmic death. I've been wondering... where do fallen stars go when they die?