Girl, when will you learn
that you are the
keeper of your own stars?
You don’t need
a miracle
or a man
or a following
to be worthy of
their light.
You keep them.
You let them free.
You and you alone
decide when and where
and for whom they will shine.
Let them shine for yourself
instead of dimming
them in the wake
of his agonizing absence.
You are the keeper,
the worthy, capable keeper,
of your unstoppable stars.
Don’t waste your power
wishing on the
extinguished ashes
of the dead star he
tried to claim.
