Another night,
one of many,
I feel the emptiness
the very same as the light keeper
standing alone, silent
atop his tower aglow
knowing he’ll be alone again under the starless sky
with the knowledge that he must stay,
to guide the ships which pass by.
It’s not so much the missing of a single person,
but of the unspent time
the longing of being desired
an ache to fill the heavens painted black
with stars, love, and laughter.
Someone must have created the constellations.
If the desire I lack were to find me
I’m confident I could fill the starless night
with Venus and Orion’s belt in a similar fashion.
But alas,
the night is black and starless
and I am, again, alone.
Perhaps the emptiness is not the ebony sky,
but the carcass of the person I used to be.
Reminding myself of the constellations I have yet to see.
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