Titles are Overrated

Part 122

You don't know much

except that

they weren't supposed to go

so soon.

Like the seasons of the year,

your world grows and blooms,

before it starts to burn,

turning it into fiery remains

until you're cold and bare.

The tears on your face,

frozen on your cheeks,

like liquid stars

that have fallen.

You shine,

even amongst all this darkness.

You look up at the sky

where you want to be -

where they are.

But it is not time yet,

for you have many breaths,

tears and laughs

and smiles

left to give.

You're not as lonely 

as you think you are,

not as far gone

as you may feel.

Close your tired eyes

and breathe,

you're made of the stars

where your loved ones 

now live. 

the stars have shaken out of place