My Constellation

I thought we were close
Like the constellations
Clinging to one another
Against the pull of the night sky


And then one night
You were light years away
And I realized how blind
I had been to the fact


That constellations are broken
Stars pulled away from each other
Against the black of night
Reaching for each other in the dark


Held together only by the name
Whispered from father to child
Behind metal telescope
Sprawled across the grass


And slowly you blinked away from me
Until I had to rub my hands
Against my closed eyelids
To see your stars in the backs of my eyes again

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