the cracks in my pavement 

lines of which 

lay broken 


crisscrossing patterns 

are hidden within

dreams turn into memories   


though the stars may fall

I’ll be there 

to catch them all

Illusions of the mind

templates of the stars

kaleidoscopic images

of different colours

strewn across the sky


calling out to her

why did she have to leave

I want to see her again

but I know that is unlikely