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Do you ever look at the night sky?
At the heavy face of the moon
and the stars attending her?
So predictable.
So steady.
The moon grows and shrinks,
grows and shrinks.
The stars follow their paths,
forever chasing what they will
never catch.
I was a star,
stuck in my path,
traversing the sky for millennia.
Then I met you.
The only thing steady about you is
your hand on the wheel of the Impala,
your hold on any weapon,
your gaze into my soul.
Sometimes, to distract myself from that gaze,
I count the beats of your heart.
Sometimes it even works.
I’ve become a blazing meteor,
crashing to earth.
I do not fear the fall.