Last nite I saw a shooting star

And it made me think of you

Of what you’re doing while far away

And all the hell that we go through

Last nite I ate all by myself

No romantic dinner for two

No candle-light, no meaningful glance

Only memories of you

Last night I danced in solitude

Without your arms around me

Just slowly moving round in circles

And cyring silently

Last nite I went for a quite stroll

To give myself a breather

I found myself dreaming peacfully

And wishing you were nearer

Last nite I went to bed alone

Thinking of all I’d missed

Wondering where all the time has gone

And how I need your kiss

Last nite was filled with many things

To see

To say

And do

List nite was filled with many things

But it still was missing you.

–Jeremy Walsh [noangel2000@juno.com]