The Stars

The stars were not
meant for me.
Not there to watch
as I fall asleep.
For her they shine
hidden from me.
Though she is I
and I am she.

At night they lie
in wait to watch.
Like time counting
on broken clock.
Minutes tap by
they do not stop.
Finding code for a
backwards lock.

The stars at night
for me they cry.
Listless, bereft
they wonder why.
I do not look to
darkened sky.
For Broken wings
will never fly.