I only know he was my shooting star
whose brilliance came to shine upon me.
The dream was within my reach,
so close that I could feel the warmth of its breath.
The stars inhaled lit up a flaw within him,
he was not mine forever but only for a brief time.
My joy at fulfilling our wedding plans
cut short and ripped from my hopeful grasp.
Now I know relationships can be like vapors,
here one second evaporating the next.
His star in my night sky is a faded beam,
his star leaving to merge with another constellation.
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