Counting Stars

I counted the stars; there’s one I always miss. I miss it because it shies away, beneath nebulas and under the cloak of a bleak, dreary night. I miss it as it passes me by, a hint of a smile on its tail. Missing you was like missing the star. At moments, I would feel so lost I would try to reach out and grab your hand as if it was poised on my knee. Then I would be reminded of how the stars fall, and how you fell too, hopelessly at first, then inevitably. Now my nights of counting the stars are no longer nights, but days and months, because each time I will try to count that very last star that hid from me for so long.

-Amanda