if these are the same stars
you looked into
the night you decided
that this world was just too hard.
I drive past that parking lot
now and then, wondering
if I had passed you that morning,
could I have done something;
but, we cannot change fate
anymore than I can reach those stars
you are no longer beneath.
I can’t walk alongside the lake anymore
even though the red of Summer has faded
to brown, and, oh,
when I think of your smile.
Death, you have such a sting.
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