He sits on city roofs and longs to see
The stars and something twists in his gut, pulls.
Tells him it should be different. Part of him
Remembers what it was like to chase bears
And sleigh dragons. When a star dies it goes
Out in a blaze of glory.
A gas giant, nebula, galaxy
Of gas and light and destruction.
But here he sits on a city roof. He can't
See the stars and part of him that burns
Flickers in the vast darkness of space.
Star boy. You'll never know how I love you.
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