When you wish upon a star

She noticed me looking dreamily

at the night sky.

You seem fascinated by the stars

she whispered.

I think they are more fascinated by me.

People think the stars are made of wishes

that the stars grant to lovers on earth.

But they are not.

They are made of heartaches and

broken promises of all the wishes

they have not granted.

Which one's your favorite star

She ask me.

I point to the biggest brightest star

in the heavens.

It is that one

It is made of all my ungranted wishes.

They ar all about you.

Perhaps that makes you a star.