A special day
I've spent nights studying the sky
wondering who hung the moon
and stars just so
I could watch them silently tiptoe
from horizon to horizon
beyond the reach of fingers.
I've waited to view McNaught -
a thief who stole light
from the sun
ran across the universe
to be seen once,
or twice,
before never being seen again
by the same eyes.
I've cried at missing the comet,
grief tightening the tourniquet
of disappointment
around my heart.
Birthdays come around annually.
Feb 5th, 2007 will never,
ever,
come again.
