you were too busy watching the starry night sky
to notice there were galaxies churning in my eyes
I am a constellation
a laid out formation
of burning spheres of gas
for years I have helped those who notice me
realize where they are
and where they want to go
I seem to pull people into orbit
rotating around me
feeding off what I exude
but never getting close enough to touch me
for that would be a fatal touch
I am bits and pieces of matter that has circulated space for millennia
wandering aimlessly
without purpose
until I collided with myself in an explosion
but the most beautifully tragic thing about me
is that no one will notice I'm gone
until lightyears after my light has died
