sometimes she doesn’t
remember me
her daughter
a shadow visible
only in darkness
* * *
A star dies, but its light keeps us company,
its death unmourned for generations.
I feel sad to see the sparkle.
The moon invokes madness, its light hurts my eyes.
I search for Cassiopeia
on her tortuous throne,
her beauty unrivaled.
Holding tight to my sanity, the moon passes over.
As we flame through the sky,
will anyone remember?