Space Junk

it's okay to mistake

space junk at the end

of a decaying orbit

for a genuine shooting star

they look the same

and your wishes

will get you to about the

same place in the end

but when I told her that

her eyes went narrow

and a frown pulled at the

corners of her lips

     -what beautiful lips-

and I heard less and less

from her as the days turned

to weeks

then the funniest thing

happened one April night

as I sat out on the balcony

with my bottle of wine

a shooting star, or maybe

just space junk falling back

to earth, slashed a little white

paper cut across heaven

and I found myself making

a wish