Laid Among the Stars

for Elise

I became a constellation when I died,
which was a cruel joke, since as a child
I had always shuddered when my mind crossed
outer space.

It is horrible to remain together and separate
at once,
my gaze dispersed across vastness
in myriad points of light,
and the voice I always knew
fallen away 
like a stone
as the hours grow
thinner

 In death I am whatever the naked eye
can determine;
take comfort to know not even the end
is shapeless,
it really does contain—

Now, I can finally stare into my own eyes,
but even after life,
it is not enough
to be alone