This is the last poem
that will ever use you
and your boundless beauty
as a muse.
All the time I was with you
You were a star hanging
from the heavens.
I reached out into the dark night
to feel your light
touching my skin.
But last week I spent my time
in the mountains.
From there you can see forever.
into the blackness of space.
A countless billion stars spangled.
But yours was missing.
I saw some shooting stars.
And I realized yours
was one of them.
I knew it was you
Because my wishes
trailed behind it
like a long tail.
It faded to nothing
and from that moment
I felt safe again.