Shooting Stars

DO THEY STILL THINK ABOUT ME SOMETIMES?

A childhood friend, acquaintance, bully... that could have been all

Yet only lingers in my dreams like an unanswered call.

The words a bad boy used to describe me as his standards

Echoing in the depth of the night like all the what-ifs.

Or the sparkle in those blue eyes and our playful banters,

A stranger's silhouette leading my fantasies adrift...

All those people whose paths crossed mine

For a few days or years,

Am I still in their mind?

In their errant thoughts, in their ears?

Do they keep some snippets of me?

The bits I'm missing now

To be whole and happy.

Or have I been erased somehow?

Among blurry lines,

Do they still think about me sometimes?

Those few endless talks fangirling about Orlando Bloom,

The irresistible fits of laughter in a classroom,

The games whose rules escaped me while I'm still chasing the rush,

When on top of our small world, we were sisters forever.

Every oath that time, distance, or sharp blades in the back crushed,

While broken shards in my heart remain like ink on paper.

All those people whose paths crossed mine

For a few days or years,

Am I still in their mind?

In their errant thoughts, in their ears?

Do they keep some snippets of me?

The bits I'm missing now

To be whole and happy.

Or have I been erased somehow?

Among blurry lines,

Do they still think about me sometimes?

And in this cruel whirlwind, did someone slip from my mind?

Becoming a stranger who still thinks about me sometimes.

I hope you liked this little poem! It's been a while I hadn't written some rhymes, but I got inspired listening to a song from my favorite French singer, and I had to put this shooting star on paper.

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I love you, my little Shooting stars, and I'll never forget you! 😘🌠