Analysis of Stardust III

I reach out                                to you -to your essence grappling to any shred               of your memory.                               Your smile.           The light in              your eyes.

The tinkling of bells in                                                                                      your laugh. The soft rose that                     warmed all of the        freckles on your cheeks            when you                         blushed. Every feature.                                                    Faded.  Like an old picture.

Reaching and clawing through  every scene,                       every second.                                         Every memory of you.

Time stands still              and the world is silent. The stars hang, frozen        in their dark sky.

The universe is, and suddenly

My mind                                        blinks.

My heart beats on           like a drum and the wind                           rushes from my lungs at

lightspeed as a sickening

possibility comes to mind.

You are nothing more than s t a r d u s t .