Katrina Kaye

I am a star,
collapsed,
receding into space.

I died
years before
Jupiter ever felt
my rays.

I crusted over,
a thousand times
destroyed.
But he is still
counting me as part
of his constellation.

I want to know
Jupiter as if he
craved my name.

As if I was
something more
than a flicker
of light,
echoed
in space.