Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore