Once, you made a promise to a lonely man.
You took him out into the twilight,
And lifted his eyes to the swirling crush of galaxies.
“Your children will outnumber the stars.”
His gaze swept the heavens-
Multitude pinpricks of light-
Until his eyes were filled with starlight and grateful tears.
I stand beneath that same darkened sky,
But the stars aren’t so visible anymore,
Overcome by lights of our own design.
The promise is dim.
One star burns above, alone,
And I wonder if this might be