I wonder what must it look like, a sky without the stars?
Where once shone septillion flaming notions
now just a pitch black ocean
I wonder if it could, would it feel as lost as I do
when silence seethes between us?
Not willing to be the first to bury this fuss
Still, does it die a little too as I do in missing you?
I wonder if it knows its Dark carries no heft
without twinkling aura of its sweethearts?
And that, if not against its cimmerian parts
their Luminance just as well turns inapt?
I wonder when you are looking up at night
do you, like me, notice it too?
How easily each seems to undo
careful put-ons the other chose in morning’s light?