Silence in the Walls

Stars

It's an instinct - to look up at the sky in the mention of your name.
A dark, barren emptiness pervades your bright frame
I hope, pray, to hear your playground voice
Catching in the wind, we had choice
Of playing those games.
Once timeless.

I still have that cash,
The one you gave me, the secret stash,
A nebula of cookies and cream, shiny biscuits and fudge,
That our our delightful confectioner allowed us to indulge
Now stands still, a supernova once grand
Which diffused, turned all bland,
Since.

We were six, when you told me
"Halley's comet comes by every seventy"
We were eleven, when we saw it with our own eyes
The meteor shining down on us through the deep blue skies
You mentioned how you'd like to fly
I didn't think you'd actually try,
Yet here we are.

I was once at perihelion
And now I've reached dreaded aphelion.
The distance is unbearable, pain stretches light years
Your playground voice just catches up to my ears
And now I look up to that sky, our memoirs
Written in a graveyard of stars.

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"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy"

                                                                              - Eskimo proverb