When we made love
It was like touching
A star.
Filling me up
With light and love
Even as night faded
Into day
It would stay with me
Reminding me
That night would come again
Now my star is missing
Fallen from the sky
I look hard for it
But the sun burns too bright
Night is not long enough
I fail to find it
I am left alone
Empty and sad.

A. Beckman 2000