Like Shooting Stars
I heard him say,
When asked
What it felt like when love was lost
When depression overcame,
'Like no love was left in my heart
I checked other parts of my body
It's no longer there either
I'm not sure when it burned out
It was there once
Felt by the rest of my body
Intensified by proximity
To its intended target
Love generated its own light
Created its own heat
I looked for words to describe it
Landed on shooting stars
A thrill to see
Something special
While flying by
But where do they go
That's the problem
I found out
They aren't going
Indefinitely anywhere
For a short time
We see a visable light
Created by them
Then the light is gone
Small pieces of dust rock ice
Debris from the tail of a passing comet
Ignited by friction visable part a meteor
Just passing through our atmosphere
We only see the light
Meteoroids are what causes it
Not as romatic sounding
As Shooting Stars
If by chance one's unusally large
Over a few kilograms
Some parts will
Survive the burning
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poem by Tom J. Mariani
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