Written August 1, 2011*

Four falling stars
So far.
We'll be friends, regardless.
Promise to keep in touch.
No matter what.
But none of it changes how I feel
Or how it hurts
To know that we'll never be anything more
Than long-distance friends
Through a life-line of texts
And weekend trips
That I'm afraid will slowly dwindle.

And nine shooting stars later
All we can really do
Is lay across my outback
And agree that
This. Just. *****.

Not so poetically put
But the truth
Rarely is.