A Long Lost Feeling

Shattered stars

You watch the night like it's the only thing you see.
There is almost too much, and always too little.
Never enough to make you whole,
Like when you were a little girl reaching up to fix the stars in the sky
Back when you had a part of yourself to give
Now you have nothing left to spare
You're barely scraping by
Too many holes in you to count.
So tell me
When did the stars start fixing you?
The days all seem to mix
Soon enough you'll be reaching up again
To give the last of yourself.