Somehow,
my pocket-full of
stars
has
fallen apart
almost as if
when
you
went,
I lost
my
way in
the
dark.
and now I
can’t see
your
flames
because
they
have died down
to burnt embers
like millions
of
tumbling
stars.
and you,
my
dear,
you are one of
those stars,
but you
have
not
fallen.
you
are here
still
in my heart
and in my head
and in my soul.
and most
of
all,
you are in
my
prayers.
March 28th 2010.
i pray that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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