Stars, They Tell Me Of You

 “All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.” ― Alan Moore, Watchmen
 

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The stars, they tell me of you.

It isn’t you I see, I see the part of you

that has only now,

come to light.

I love the you I see now,

but you’ve changed already.

I think I know you,

but, like the stars,

you’re only a distant image 
of what

has already been.

Also published in: Broowaha 

12052011