I went to the beach to get away.
My tears followed, though stunted
by the windchill.

I gazed out at the fleeting waves,
and wanted to walk behind them
until we were one.

The stars warned me to sit,
to watch safely from the shore.
I sadly obliged.

A few burst of light captured
my weary eyes in the sky.
Shooting stars.

I closed my eyes with a wish,
over and over again until my tears
matched the stars.

I only want one thing in this life.
If I cannot have it, the stars will acknowledge
my detour through death.