Stars

As a child

I would marvel at the glorious beauty of mystery

Undisturbed by the utter expansive nature of it

Fortunate, and ignorant

My mom and I drove through them all night

Listening to quiet music and accepting fate

Together growing older

As a teenager

I would succumb to fears of insignificance

Struck to the core I became consumed

I was terrified to die and lose me.

They took my father away

To who knows where if at all

A man who could not live with existing

Memories do not live as we did.

I am a young woman now

I am relieved by my insignificance

And as I grasp his warm palm,

We let the darkness wash over us

I do not know why, but I am glad it is

Even if I am taken nowhere

If I am nothing and no one

I am still here now and so is he

And so are they.

Best,

Anna Belle Lee