I once wrote, the stars were made for loneliness
I felt them in that sea of empty black
with creatures scrabbling through their darkness
clawing and snapping at my back

now I look up at the night sky
full of twinkling and shining gems
remembering this line I wrote months ago
but I hadn’t known what it meant then

the night air is soft on my face
I’m floating in a bejewled, lanquid sea
warmth-like-rightness slips through my soul
for once, it’s okay to just be me

the stars were made for loneliness
I had felt despair like that fathomless black
but then I found friends in the darkness
winking and smiling back