Shooting stars

a shooting star
thats what i called them
back when i was five
but now i get a new moment
a next step in this path of life
now i’m sitting in the back yard
looking up at the sky
with a arm around my shoulder
and a glint in my eye
because for the first time
i get to see these fire balls
falling from the sky
with nothing on my mind
to wish for
as they fly swiftly by
because what i usually wish for
is sitting so quietly by my side
holding my hand
and loving me
all through the night

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