Stars
Of course the stars
have inquired and required
so many thoughts and actions
toward them.
The stars ask us
in whispers to notice them
every night.
The stars above see us below
they miss the bodies they once inhabited.
Of course the stars weep for their
long
lost
friends.
Of course
the stars
send us
the pain
for it is the only way they know how to love.
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