Reinstate the stars
Hang them in their rightful places.
They have been there all long
There is no exile in the milky way.

Detach the stars
from the coat hanger of memories.
Shared moments and shed tears, left to dry.
Emotions eventually absolve.

Promulgate the stars
For, they are testaments of light.
Galactic bookshelves facading
as balls of gas.

then

Give thanks that someone
cared so much for a time
and then relinquish, refocus.

Give thanks even more
that the great sewer
who holds the needles, threads and pins,

can both pick and unpick,
puncture and knit.