Shooting Star

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I don’t want to be close to you

I used to think you were the sun

Holding me in your orbit

Keeping a solar system in balance

But I don’t think so any more

 

I know now you are a shooting star

Falling into my atmosphere

Moving so fast

But burning to nothing

Very little chance you will land

 

I look outward into the night sky

To the vast possibilities it holds

Nebulas, galaxies

I see the constellations

I wonder where I fit

 

So whilst you pitch your tent for the short

I pack my bag for the long

I gaze at what the future holds

I am coming for you

Just you wait

 

Countless beauties in far off reaches

I float effortless

In a moment I see all that was

What will be

What is

 

I see the wisps of gas

All that remains of a star more powerful than I can imagine

Yet gone before I knew it existed

It is here that I belong

A mess of chaos and beauty

 

I have forgotten your name

That which should have sounded so sweet

It did for a while

But you too have gone

Faded into black

Published 5 years ago

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