Distant star,
I used to find
your gentle beaming
such a solace,
ever leading
me to higher
bearings,
the way you shined
was almost caring
but now I find it
kind of staring,
sort of wearing
me down, and out,
it must have went
from cold to colder,
the way we kissed
and if I only was
a little bolder
I would wonder
if you really
do exist.