Second Star
I sit here alone in the evening.
A single star burns brightly
in the half lit sky.
I wonder if it feels,
if it feels lonely.
As I do.
You are what's missing.
Missing in my life.
I wonder if you see it to.
If you feel lonely like me.
The sky grows darker,
but still it burns.
Does it wish for a companion
to share it's nights and days?
I sit here and wonder,
Wonder how long
I must be like it.
When will I see the second star?
Brad Frim
RM