gazing on the night sky

she sat on the rooftop

she looked to her right,

that was where he used to sit.

her head rested on his shoulder,

him telling her tales about the stars.

how undimmed, shiny and luminous they were

but she recalls him saying

that although stars glow brightly

some, however, lose their light.

she asked him,

"if ever someone lights them up,

will they go back to life?"

he looked at her

with those eyes that resembled stars

and smiled.

"when a light uses up its life source,

it can't be lit again."