You would always ask me

Why I blinked a lot and

Mumbled under my breath

Whenever I was looking

At you

I couldn’t tell you

Because I wanted it

To come true

But it hasn’t

You’re no longer here

And I know now that you can’t

Make your own shooting stars

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