I always saw the night sky as your reflection
So many cracks
So many glimpses of heaven.
How the darkness could never swallow you whole while all the light
in your body shined and glowed.
It wasn't fair how you
never stopped being this beacon
even when others failed to notice your tears.
I remember the last time I saw you.
I was so naive then thinking
that we had so much time.
Years have flown by like ages.
We've grown up since then,
learned a lot of lessons from when
we went up against some formidable dragons.
We learned how to sew our pain
into the smiles we have,
we were taught how tears
are to be weaved into cheeks on rainy days,
and the sound of heartbreak
can be muffled by laughter.
We were taught that money can be made from sadness if only it sounds like poetry,
and coins thrown at us
if only our music sounds like tears.
we became rich from those lessons,
while the souls who taught us are now dead,
because their sadness was to real to make money, and their tears made the oceans
that they drowned in.
I don't know if you joined them,
or if you kept digging holes made of poems.
I look at the night sky and see
the vast pool of poetry in those stars,
the reflections of souls searching for heaven,
falling short, breaking even.
And then, as if by providence,
I saw a star in the night sky that looked like you
and I wasn't sure what to do,
whether to be happy that you found peace,
or sad that it was only in burning
that you found a way to end your sadness.
SK
