by Deedra X. Cooper

Created on: August 29, 2011   Last Updated: January 07, 2012

In the end it didn’t matter
who saw it first.
The childish cries
of ownership,
the indignity of sharing.
How silly it seems now
as I watch you
traveling farther along the lifeline
than I could ever go.
We should have known
there was enough shooting star
for us both to make a wish.
And now I feel the silken threads
of fire
slipping through my fingers,
burning a comet’s tail across my flesh
and I wonder
if, finally,
you would let me have part of your star.

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