Shooting Star

The other side
Of where we are
Where we were
Shooting star
Myths made
About your glow
Space and time
To feel and know
Traveling light
The in between
Nothing lasts
Mirror gleam
Gone the trail
Blazing above
Out it went
Like our love


2 thoughts on “Shooting Star

  1. A guy named Mike stole my heart,
    But due to many real constraints I had to say no to a relationship. Most of my poems, including this one are about him, save for the obvious ones about my husband. I wish real love was around the bend.

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