For Nicholas

You will always be my favorite constellation.

Every night I wander searching for your embrace.

But we are humans,

To travel at the speed of light like stars is to die.


The stars I see are gone, just old light.

I wonder if they were alive and burning when you still loved me,

Or if they are too young


You will always be my deadly nightshade,

I will always be your raisins

in the box of cornflakes.


No one likes cornflake.

So leave me on the shelf to get stale.

And I will leave you in the sky.


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