Still There

They tell me 
it’s possible, 

probable even, 

that the stars 
in the sky 

have long since 
died. 

Burned 
so brightly 

for so 
long, 

and then 
vanished, 

leaving behind 
only 

a gaping 
hole 

and the 
light, 

already 
on its way 

to us. 

But how can 
something 

that is 
no longer 
there, 

still be so 

achingly 
beautiful? 

I throw my 
wishes 

to an empty 
sky, 

and pray 
that you are 

still there.