She noticed me looking dreamily
at the night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars
she whispered.
I think they are more fascinated by me.
People think the stars are made of wishes
that the stars grant to lovers on earth.
But they are not.
They are made of heartaches and
broken promises of all the wishes
they have not granted.
Which one's your favorite star
She ask me.
I point to the biggest brightest star
in the heavens.
It is that one
It is made of all my ungranted wishes.
They all about you.
Perhaps that makes you a star.