I talked to the stars

I talked to the stars at night.

When I was young I could talk to anyone.

I felt as if everyone cared about what I was going through

and there were always ears willing to listen.

But people seemed less willing to listen now.

And the ones willing to listen didn’t seem to understand.

The ones I wanted most to understand I didn’t want to burden.

So late at night, when the world was asleep

I talked to the stars

and though sometimes they hung low in the sky heavy from hearing of all my burdens

they still burned bright

and came back the next night to see how the story ended.

Until you came along

and you filled a void that only the entirety of the heavens could fill before.

You were not easily burdened

Not by me.

And I stopped encumbering the stars every night

With the weight of my world.

And I watched as a star hurled itself across the midnight velvet, free of my troubles.

I ceased maddening the heavenly bodies with human concerns

and instead I told them about you.