I heard a song that reminded me of you, the other day.
A song about shooting stars.
I remember the day I told you, “I could really use a wish right now”.
And I’m glad.
You weren’t there.
You couldn’t show up.
In that moment.
Because it made everything clear to me.
And now I wonder.
Who was that woman.
Needing so much from a man?
Needing a sense of fulfilment from another man?
Needing to feel complete, thinking that you could make me.