The Stars

I’ve never fallen in love with the night sky.

I do not see constellations.

The vastness of the universe has left me feeling small of course,
and I take comfort in the knowledge that literally nothing about me will ever matter in the scheme of things.

But it does not tell me stories.

I do not find poems in its darkness,
nor inspiration in its stars.

Just comfort that I am small,
the world is small,
and nothing matters.