Divided Unity

Seven Sisters

There once were seven sisters

Some of us know them as seven stars

Across the ocean others know them

As  four-wheel-driving cars.

But aside from light-polluted skies

On the edge of a lake named after my state

Each has their own stories and tales

And their own path through fate.

The first star was meeting you.

Deep into January of 2017

Or maybe on the birth date

Of a mitten-shaped state

I quite enjoyed your company

And I hope you enjoyed mine

Everything's fast when you're having fun

With you I lost the most time.

Then the second was getting us together

For Valentine's Day, how cute.

We got on like match to matchbox

Like chimney smoke to soot.

The early days were nice

And our weekend of freedom loved

I remember like it was moments ago

Yet we could never have time enough.

The third crept upon the horizon

And happening to fall

Against the day I turned fifteen

At once began to bawl

Or perhaps those were my tears

Of joy and disbelief

You know that I do what I want

Surrounding you with sheep.

The fourth I wish would go away

That night and the next, then Christmas Day

A bitter memory in my mind

That sent things on the wrongest way.

You were a good sport, and we all know that

But of course things tend to fall

When the dust had settled my tears were my comfort

The only light in my life was our video calls.

The fifth is always confusing to me,

Because I can't quite figure out when it was.

But that's okay, I think it happened

When I got home from work in September, huh?

The last day of the month,

And that afternoon when I jumped onto my bed

I opened up Discord and thought

Well, might as well be dead.

The sixth I still have no idea

Of what happened in between

The previous star and this one always

Fly from idle screens.

But now I can't check the day,

But I remember it loud and clear.

You shut me out on what would have been

A victorious two years.

The seventh was July.

You left me all by my lonesome at three in the morning.

And for some reason, for weeks, for months on end

For what we had, I was mourning.

And maybe I still am,

Maybe I'm just in denial

If I wander the world faceless

Then perhaps I've passed the trial.

There is no star beyond that.

Or maybe the constellation is lying.

And somewhere, out there, far away,

A galaxy is dying.

I've chopped away my past

A foot of hair that dragged like tar

Full of memories and thoughts that I shouldn't miss

My veil of weighted stars.

There is no wedding, there is no bride,

There is no altar or chairs beside.

There is no moon that loves the tide,

There is no proof that love has died.

But love is just a concept,

And I am merely the poet.

I'll win against you every time, bunny.

You've lost, and we both know it.