two stars

Two stars on the sky,
I wonder what their names are,
A hazy memory tries pushing up,
Of same vantage a while back,
A bizzare happenstance,
I had looked at those stars,
Then thought something sad,
So eternal, so transient,
But what was it? This idea that melted?
Stop it! I tell this masochist in me,
Don’t think or the boogeyman will return!
Rather be stupidly superstitious,
Than endure smart miseries,
To heck with their names,
My venus and dog star!
A final adieu, then no looking up