Sonnet 2

Why do you have to be named after the
Brightest celestial object in the sky?
Is this a joke that's being played on me,
As stars line up to form your Bowie eyes?

Some times-at night-I gaze at the thin air,
Imagining each light so far apart.
Like me, they're all alone in dark despair.
It's nice to know so many kindred hearts.

But I told you I'd live my life this way;
Adrift, without your charitable love.
I'm left with only memories of days
When jealous stars would watch us from above.

       If I can't gaze in to those eyes again,
       At least I'll be sure to remember them.