falling star

Every night I pretend I talk to you
Gaze at the sky and look at its brightest star
Tell stories of how I wish you are mine – here with me shining vividly,
Illuminating every darkened path that precedes me
But all I could do is admire you from afar
Be content with the small light and thrill you convey
Dreaming that one day you’d descend
Like a hustling falling star – bursting to touch the ground with its potent light and calescence
And land on something that it has, as well, stared for so long
Then endlessly tell each other stories of how they were once miles apart
Before one tick of courage made nature determined they’d share one life together.