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.
