You were beautiful,
and the little things we shared,
now litter your life,
waiting to cleaned and organized,
into the new you,
the new place,
a place free of clutter,
free of memories.
Boxes,
littered with time and events,
one or two things of value,
kept just in case,
memory fails to serve.
The stars sat above and watched,
watched as you did the things you did,
noted how it was,
staring unnoticed, without comment,
still shedding a faint light,
for those who take the time,
let the mind and heart adjust,
to their reflections.
And my heart wished it was there,
there in the sky,
watching you, over you,
with cold dispassionate interest.
Lest it be said,
the cold darkness of space,
holds no emotion, holds only stark truth,
I remind you we stars,
we are suns,
burning with fire,
the stuff of innocence and dreams.
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