Meteors

Fire flirts the sky
but misses my eyes
face turned long,
good-bye.

Coping loneliness through
hard water mixed with
sugared fragments of lime.
Distraction through
learning skills of
ill-consequence.

Where did the flames
up high go? Passing
the sheathed clouds in
perfect gaze.

Were they on their
way home or just
going through the
quickest path to
also forget their doom?

My image the stars,
mirrored they be. Or
so it seems of this late
eve.

One cannot miss
things never seen.
I did not miss the
flame-covered stars –
they in fact missed
me.

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