Sirens

Denial, is the most painful promise you broke. Trying to cleanse myself of you - long baths and hour showers don't seem to work. We used to talk for hours making plans to star gaze at a thousand suns and how it would be so perfect. Now, when days turn to night do you stare at the sun I see? Or, are you stuck looking at the moon, because you're afraid to see what others don't see or afraid they'll judge you for looking past the only thing they believe lights up the world at night? Or, were you afraid to find something deeper than what's on the surface? Your moon has gravity but the stars, our star, had fire and they are infinite. But, I failed to realize eventually infinities have an end, they burn out and fall from the sky, having others wishing off our stars, to find what we had.