No More and No Less

I look at the stars
And think,
I once existed in you,
part of your creation of a world
that included those stars
and me,
and your memories of me,
Just as I thought of you,
and created you,
and still do
even though you are here no more
and one day I will not be here either
And so it is
with everything.
Here and not here, remembered and then ``not.
And the day will come
when all that I am, like all that you were,
will no longer be so much as
a memory in anyone’s head.
Which might seem sad,
but I ask,
Sad to whom?
No more sad than I/it was once
beautiful
Lasting no more
and no less
than everything else.