they say
that there are millions
of stars in our universe
and that
we are only seeing whispers
of those which are already gone,
then, could it be possible
that somewhere out there,
in those millions
and millions of
stars
there is life
and people,
looking out at our world
as the glimpse of a dying star
people who
live
in laughter
and in love
with other people,
staring into space
on clear nights and
admiring their
final glimpse of our
lives
as the whisper of
a long-dead star,
light years away
and burning
YOU ARE READING
Abditory
PoesiaYou may only move forward once you let go of the past. I find that often, I bury my demons in my writing.
