They say that when your parents die

There is nothing left between you and the stars.

Just emptiness.

A vast, engulfing emptiness.

The stars appear clearer

As you are left to become the brightest star.

Great Atlas’ pillars crash down.

Your life not the same again.

Staring long at those stars

In the depth of darkness, so alone.

No one left to hold me

In the deep, dark night.

Natasha Haidar © 2019