Shooting Star

November 4, 2009

He’s her shining star; her unattainable dream. The resolve within that makes her feel alive. The man she never thought existed until she met him. He was not what she thought she was looking for; nowhere close to what she wanted. But he filled her up regardless. He filled an empty space she never knew was wanting. She found in him a comfort, a hope. Her very being attached to him, pulled him in and tried to consume him.

But it wasn’t enough.

She feels the strain of it now: the undeniable pain of unrequited need. She wishes she were enough to somehow capture the depth of his affections. But a wish is not enough to sustain him.

He’s her only star; she is the night sky. Dwelling within one another. Clinging to one another. She has become accustomed to the burning warmth of his fire within her. Now she feels it begin to wane as the earth calls him to herself. His need to stay within a comfort of what he knows begins to succumb to his need for her and her gravity pulls him downward.

He’s her shooting star, falling quickly away from the expanse of her cold, dark existence. The only thing she wants to hold onto and the very thing she is losing. The white streak he leaves upon her as he lets go feels like a piece of himself. She wills it to linger but it fades away, leaving only one scar upon her existence; the empty space that he alone had occupied.

And then he is gone. Melding into the welcoming embrace of the earth.

No longer her shooting star. No longer lighting her darkness. No longer a piece of her, but a piece of something greater.

He’s a fallen star, an unattainable dream, but no longer hers.