Sirius

One misstep and my rusty roof will cry again, still—it is my favorite spot. Lounging, gazing above, and observing. I can feel the numbness in my neck—yet I tilt my head further, spellbound by the stars in the night sky. They are innumerable, distant, sparkling... and are all attractive—except this one. It does not sparkle like the rest, it is illuminating. Tracking it is effortless, even as it drifts, night after night. Its light is incomparable; that thounsands of stars appear in the night sky, yet it impeccably outshine them all. Undisturbed... lounging, gazing above, and thinking... That you are light years away from my spot—and my world will never reach your most luminous shine.