all contained and displayed in blue green plastic stars
I remember you placed them so carefully on the ceiling
Orion's belt, cat constellations
and at night, when I couldn't sleep I would search those stars
for pictures and for meaning
I remember how those stars made you feel little, far away
and you erupted against childhood
ripping those stars down off the ceiling
taking small amounts of paint with them
leaving little black holes
And at first it scared you, those empty holes
but then you said it
It's the natural cycle of things
light and then darkness
stars get tired you know
And now at night, I lay in bed
and you're gone
and the stars are gone
and I'll tell you the truth
the darkness is worse than the insignificance.
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