the problem with being “like the stars”

She was like the stars
Bright
Breathtaking
Beautiful
Something you want to hold in the palm of your hand.
She begs you to reach out
Reach out into the darkness and touch her.
Reach her.
She was like the stars
The only light people would turn to when they were lost
And when people didn’t need her,
They failed to notice she was ever there at all
All she ever wanted was for someone to notice
Notice her
Notice the scars on her arms
Notice her ribs jutting out of her body
Notice her drowning
With no water around her
Nothing but space
She was like the stars
And while she was right in front of you
She was always a million miles away.
-jw