The Night

The night belongs to the stars,
that wink and wobble
brightening your short existence.

Did they see your car careening down the road?
Did they watch it roll and flip,
splitting the tree asunder,
ejecting you out the windshield?

You lay half underneath
the car I bought you for graduation while
the tree covered your existence.

You died alone.
Did the stars take your hand,
and guide you to heaven?

I found a note in your writing.
It said, “Am I dead?”
The stars said yes.

The night belongs to Nik
who graces the sky like a king,
who walked too short on this ground.

The night so gay and triumphant.
The world so bright and cheerful.
The air so bitter cold.
The day so long and sorrowful.

We are all our own universe.
We all go back to cosmic dust.
We all walk the sky like stars.