The First Shooting Star

by Malory Columbretis

The First Shooting Star

That night I sat surrounded by flowers
And friends both dear and old
Atop the roof over my home.
Our heads were almost in the clouds
As the evening’s mist began to gather
Around us who sat together.

We talked of city lights and silly frights
And memories that need recalling
As we make yet new ones.
And as I gazed at the starry sky,
I saw a flash of light
Slash its way across
The black night sky above.

If I have before seen a shooting star,
Then I forgot it the moment I saw
This one with my dearest friends.
Because to me that was the first
Time I saw a shooting star
And make a wish upon it–
To never let sever the bonds
With the ones I saw the shooting star with.