Dead Stars Poem by Ann ...

worthy opponent, you beat me. good show.
and this loser is left with only her wishes.

i wish i knew who you are, who i am,
and what to do-what do i do

without you?

without you,

my dead stars still twinkle in the night.
my sun will rise just beyond the horizon.

my heart beats. it weeps but
my heart still beats and weeps and beats again.
it beats but keeps the hope of sleep.
my heart, it beats again.