You are a shooting star.
I saw you from afar,
cutting across my sky,
a spectacle,
blazing bright,
in the darkness of the night.
I made a wish,
hopefull,
that it could all be true;
that I could soar alongside you,
incandescent and alight in the sky.
But you soon disappeared,
as quickly as you came,
as it became clear,
that you were here,
but barely here,
I wasn't wishing,
I was dreaming,
and you,
you,
are miles and miles away;
only a shooting star,
only a hopefull wish.
If only
you could stay.
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