What happens to all the stars
that we can’t see?
Do they disappear into
oblivion-ity?
An abyss for the
lost sparkle.
Unseen, unheard,
undecided debacles.
Can they feel lost gazes,
glancing over them?
Feeling lonely, not alone,
undivided gems.
Hurts, doesn’t it,
when others glow brighter,
and you simply choose
a fading glimmer.
What happens to all the lost shine?
and finally what occurs, when I call you mine.
