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.


2 thoughts on “A speck under the night

  1. nectarfizz says:

    Stars and moons do it to me every time! Once again a poem only you could write with that mix of intellectual and romantic introspection. It’s all you and it’s fantastic.

  2. Matt says:

    Bekki, that’s very kind of you to say so,
    but ambassador, you’re spoiling me!

    I hope all’s well with you, and your eclectic, prolific writings. 🙂

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