When A Star Dies

They say,

When a star dies,

It's either a huge explosive mess,

In the space,

Creating a supernova,

Or sometimes,

They just fade away,

Silently without any drama,

Existing one second,

And not the next,

Leaving a void of some kind,

In the space,

Leaving questions nonetheless,

To be answered by no one,

And an emptiness,

That cannot be filled,

With anything in the universe.

you, my love, are the quiet star, dying silently, leaving a void too many questions