Staring up at the universe

Looking for signs of you amongst the satellites

Sending thoughts, hoping you could read them

I flick a wish at a a falling star

Seems I missed again...

A sprawling wry smile marks the tone of disillusionment

Abandonment interlaced with hope

Choked with longing, and a fervent rage threatening to scrape through composure,

A quizzical furrow nudges the eyes up again

Watching intently as two satellites glide headlong into each other thier speed an exact mirror of the other and in a blink seamlessly cross over each other.

Oh what a soul wouldn't give to have that brief moment where we kiSs up high  amongst the stars in the sky.

Can you feel it?