Sky of Hearts

The sky is empty,

Except for crimson stars,

The result of you and you and you.

Is the sky empty or full,

Wherever you are?

Did you pluck out the stars with your pruning shears?

Tell me, is it easier to pluck stars or hearts?

You replaced stars with fragments of my heart.

I do not mind, stars live for billions of years.

You will live for ninety at the most.

Part time nurse, mature student, cinema addict, obsessed with all things New York, chronic day dreamer, based in Wakefield, UK.