All the stars

If you are there it'll be much better
(a room, anywhere)
writing in black ink,
sorry that I didn't say
what I was thinking
at the time.
Status, full of prestige,
and an empty space
on skin on the page
I have not yet filled with song.
It is dark,
the only light was
when the moon had not yet dimmed.
No, there is nothing left.