i know it's hard to understand
but i am not important.

listen to my heartbeat, love
fluttering against the stones
thrashing itself apart
like a butterfly cupped in your hands
it will stop.
everything ends.

but the morning after, you will wake up anyway
you will smile at the dawn
because it's beautiful
even after i am gone
the stars will remain.

and perhaps someday soon after
another little girl will smile up at the stars
because they inspire her
like they inspired me.

even after my dreams are dust
there will be more dreamers.