.
Heavy warm air surrounds the bed
Pulls the sheet away from her tired body
Feet slide over to the cool tile floor
and out to the cool night garden.
She climbs up into the hammock freshly
packed in return from the hot Caribbean mountains
Scans the skies, bright with a half moon
a thousand stars vying for attention.
Heavy eyes resting on that one, right there
The one just sitting and blinking at her
She wonders if it's still really there, or is
it just the light of a star long gone?
Wonders if it was the light that burned out
of her lost love
Or was it her own light
that fizzled into darkness?
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