Artificial Star

We spent hot summer nights out in the backyard catching fireflies in a jar.
They'd brighten up our bedroom as we made love.
Our shadows would dance in their beautiful glow.
Catch and release when we were done.
We'd bask in the glorious little constellations they'd form on our bedroom ceiling.

But now it seems like ages ago.

Our bedroom is empty with you being gone.
Firefly bodies scattered among the floor... all the "stars" have expired over time.
I bury my face into your pillow and I cry.
I roll over and look up once more, and see the faintest flicker of light.

It flickers on and off... one artificial star is left.
I make a wish... one that I hope comes true.
That our door will open and you'll come walking back through.
I watch him fall to the ground and flicker once more.
Another "star" in our private constellation has passed.

May my wish be answered... this is all I ask.