When we were together timed stopped.

It felt like we could talk and laugh with each other forever.

But I moved away.

And you stayed back in our small town surrounding the river.

I left my life behind

All the things that made me into the person I am today.

But now whenever I look up I can say

“The stars were what he liked most about the sky. Then, they started to fall.”

I didn’t tell anyone where I moved to.

But when the greatness of the sky started to fall.

I had to know why.

The weeks following stardust landed on my property.

I observed the stars looking for answers.

And one night as I was gazing

I saw him.

Falling from the sky.

Like an angel from heaven.

Catching him in my arms.

Looking so fragile and vulnerable.

He came to me in his time of need.

And now I’m in mine.

What does he do?

Shuts me out.

Cast me away like trash.

Now I never look at the night sky.

But I still remember the stardust caught in his hair and on his clothes.

The way his face looked like it had pieces of glass shards in it.

How his skin reflected the light using the glass.

Now we repeat this cycle of one way help.

Or do we?

He doesn’t leave right away.

We talk and we keep in contact.

We’ve had our ups and downs when the stars started falling.

But now they stay in place.

Just like how our friendship is stable again.

Thank you, R. for being there when I was a shooting star.