The Stars Don’t Go Out

The stars, well, they haven’t gone out,
Although most days I wish that they would.
They blaze through my lids like acid,
Imprinting Your face in my eyes.

Each shadow on the wall,
And every storefront reflection,
Takes Your loyal shape.
You’re always one step behind.

I awake alone and curse,
And pull at my hair as if it could remove the guilt,
Or the ache that’s resided in my throat,
Since the day I knew You were gone.

I smile and kiss the boys.
I wear a perfect mask,
To hide my absent gaze,
Although they wouldn’t care.