[a/n] A short poem, 175 words.
That they, the so-called fallen stars still shine brightly in your eye still continually blows my mind.
The starlight long gone from the sky burns strong and high in your memory alone.
Times and places, people and things,
pasts and prophecies long forgotten remain in your heart, constantly pushing to be remembered.
With anyone else, the centuries would have long ago been lost; the tender, exploring loves forgotten, disappeared, no matter how they fight,
but in you, their very nature still has some bite.
They live on, as everyday you test yourself to see how much you have forgot,
when a being exists as long as you,
there is always something to be lost.
You once called me your evening star,
the first thing you see each night.
The thing that guides you to the light-
The thing you unconsciously always keep in sight.
So if I fall, will I be caught in your memory too?
Or is nothing you've ever said to me true?
A star, a star,
your fallen evening star.