How could the stars
have forgotten you?
You who held them in
the surprise of your eyes
floated them through
your wind blown hair
& untangled them
from the tortured branches
of trees
when they had lost their way
or forgotten who they were.
You who had spoken of them
when they were silent
& couldn’t find words
spoke to them so tenderly
shaping them into poems.
Now the sky is bereft.
Only the darkness speaks
as the stars search
...seek for you.
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