Pondering me

Looking up into the pitch dark night sky I let my mind ponder all the options.
Have I made such an impact on this world that I will still be here when my soul is gone?
Will I be traced into the constellations?
Be a star for the rest of eternity?
Or will I simply be a dandelion?
My destiny to pop up once, be stepped on, mowed over, or to be picked and blown away by a wish of love.
Continuing the cycle of disappointment love that in the first time broke my soul. 
Will I be remembered or forgotten as well as a lost toy?
Once a beloved object and then forgotten, lost, and gone.
If I were as a flower, would I eventually bloom into a garden, or just wilt away?
Would I bloom again another season or have to be trimmed away? 
Would anyone say they truly loved me?
Wished they could hold me just once more?
One more conversation with me?
I miss a lot of people, but would anyone miss me?
I understand nobody's perfect and we all have our days, but it feels like it's an everyday thing for me sometimes. 
I guess I'll just lay under the trees and continue pondering me.