If only someone
were here to document my small gestures-
my ring of golden stardust which binds my life to another-
he would find a simple truth. That,
the end may be the end
but my end was mine
and no star may take my truth away from me.
My ring sat on my finger 'til the day I died and
the world can only take it back
when it shakes and moves
and I swap my life for
a star one more time or nothing.