Last night I saw a shooting star;
instead of wishing for you
I selfishly caught it by its tail.
I thought about all the dreams
I had prevented from coming true
as I swung it at your direction.
I didn’t care because
the others could fend for themselves;
because they could swear and curse
and hate me for my crime;
because all I cared about
was the moment you opened your eyes
to find the world’s glowing wish
waiting for you
by your pillowside.