A Star

You're the pillar
whose shadow still remains.


You're the foundation half constructed
but still hanging on.


You're the clear night sky
filled with a teary mist.


You're the breath of fresh air
steeped deep in your aftershave.


You're the candle flame
whose light still flickers, sometimes.


You're the grasp of a firm hand
that didn't really hold on, perhaps.


You're the crisp autumn morning
whose winter came too fast.



You're the star that shone
You're the star that died 
but has never gone.