Piece

I gave the night a piece of my soul-
a star to shine in the sky so that I could remember the times when I was different;
different better,
different good,
different in the differences that have been made within.
I stare up at the balls of fire and gas and life
and wonder if they’ll remember the piece of me
that I hung there among them
like an ornament on a christmas tree.
It twinkles there,
a forever pure part of me.

The End

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