Is that you up there?
Weaving celestial spheres,
rolling balls of fire into their
rightful places so they’d shine
brighter than ever before.
Do you remember the night
when you pointed out the
brightest star in the sky and
named it after me?
I need you here to tell me it still
exists, that it did not shed its
layers one by one and dive into
You’ve been gone for long now
and I can’t keep track of the stars