Falling star

And finally, it happened.

I saw a falling star with

A man beside me.

After all the daydreaming and

Stretched conversations

Over the phone, hoping that maybe

Tonight would be the night

So what if I wasn’t

Holding his hand or sitting

Next to him, I could still

Hear him and we would still

Be looking at the same sky

At the same time…

Oh, and those countless evenings on

Terraces, which turned

To nights and then dawns.

Walks on beaches

Till toes got all crumply

And wrinkly…

And stories after stories of ghosts

Around crackling bonfires till

The cold pierced my bones and

Dew moistened everything even

Well covered wooden low-stools.

And lying on sandy river shores till

Sand got into my hair

Underwear, everywhere…

It just happened.

“I think I saw a falling star.”

“Over there, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I saw it too.”