A Faded Star

shooting starThey sat together, side-by-side, in the wooden chairs he had built.

Two friends who used to be lovers.

Bundled up in winter coats, hands stuffed into deep pockets.

They sat and talked like they hadn’t in years.

Cold, yet not ready to go inside, both knowing it would bring the conversation, the lingering of what they once meant to each other, to an end.

Neither one ready for it to end.

The quiescence of tear stained apologies and forgiveness blanketed them in warmth.

Two people who still cared deeply, but couldn’t be together.

As they sat, they both saw it.

A single star shooting across the black canvas of night, trailing magical dust behind it.

Like them.

A faded star, once shining so brightly, but now the light was gone, never to shine again.

Never to shine again.