Orion to the South

Three stars in your belt
Three fates
Past, present, future
One twinkling eye between them
The fates, the stars and me all shiver against the cold
I told myself this year it would bring clarity
When the cold cuts through the dry skin of my face
Cracking my lips
God it hurts to smile

What are you hunting star boy?
When I look up at the sky,
When I ask you questions
What truth is there
In the little white lies of your belt?

Star boy you seem so far away
Spread yourself across the milky way
Lay yourself across the sky
Like you used to lay yourself across my bed
Star boy I miss you in my bed

I'm not sure if the cold is bringing clarity
Or if I'm just learning to love the pain.