how were the stars above the sky?
will you confess them to me?

my love, look at the stars..
they brightly shine at the night.

look at the stars my dear.
aren't they beautiful?

i told them about you
—along with my endless poems, for you apollo.

i know you were staring at me,
but you're not alone.

there's me.
far away from you.

look at the other stars that scattered,
on a new blank canvas

could they even reach you,
how am i still miss you?

you still shone among the rest of the others,
including me.

but i love it.
for i keep notice it every night.

©anya.v