It was a cold night
but her hand was warm in his
they looked up just in time to see
the first of the hundreds of stars
fall from the sky
the soundless silver streaks did not look real
the wind whooshing through their coats felt like a dream
this moment could be something out of a book
something made up
nothing this good is ever true
but when his hand tightened on hers
she felt so alive she started believing
that good things were real too.