(I reworked the original in sonnet form for class. Be kind, it’s my first sonnet)
You are not my lover, we’re worlds apart.
But there was a time when I floated like
A gleaming star in your universe-heart
And, like hot confetti, comets would strike
And flare into space proclaiming our bond.
And the celestial beings in flight
All celebrated, but you were not fond
Of the brash fanfare, not one for the light.
And then there were the other stars brightly
Floating into orbit, fighting for space.
Swirling, preening, dancing for you nightly
As you fought to keep us all in our place.
I guess there’s nobody really to blame
That after awhile all stars look the same.