A speck under the night

This night’s a lonely place,
and I think I should tell you,
before dawn shows up late,
a confidentiality aside.

I’m left to wondering,
why be witness
to the stars if they shoot alone.

A constellation could be all the pinpoints
you’d ever need to feel connected,
I’d search for one for you,

and for me.

Yet, remembering them all I can’t do,
as something bothers me still.

Perhaps, shooting stars
have partners that I never see
on my own.