What are we to the stars?

Do they see us as fools?

Forgetting who and what matters 

As we distract ourselves with things that hurt us in the end.

Or maybe they don’t think of us at all,

We are blimps in their lives after all. 

I like to think that they remember.

They remember every wish we’ve whispered to the sky, 

Reveling in their knowledge, silent in their wisdom,

But caring in how they shine.