the brightest star (a poem)

the brightest star 

the brightest star shines brightly so, 

until it sees another go. 

what should it do, a gleam so full, 

when compared to it seems dull? 

of course, don’t moon nor the sun

allow the star to be as dun. 

but who observes the fainter light,

when a copy earns more sight? 

the brightest star, what is it now? 

the second brightest, pulled in tow.

a star next to the other one, 

absence unnoticed, presence gone. 

uncared for and thus, unlistened, 

appreciated for what it isn’t.

(found this in my notes, felt like posting it lol)