Real Stars

to be crushed under the weight

of what was meant to be

or to crush the dreams of a man or woman

who, in love, waited for us patiently?

To think of them that

would love

but had to leave

how unappealing that bastard thought--

but to be a star like those that dominate

the sky

in some else's eye

for I have no real count of stars.

For all I know there's millions,

a number much less than my future days

spent contemplating

what star crossed your green eyes

that they would look away from mine.