Streetlights And Stars

If I stared at the sky too long that night,

Instead of looking at you all the time,

I would have seen a shooting star,

To wish upon you to stay,

A little longer than you intended,

But, I stared at you instead,

As you laughed and smiled,

While staring right back at me,

Until the moment ended.

Then we found ourselves standing under the streetlight,

Trying to dispel the darkness,

And the fear of that night,

Of the moments passing by too quickly and fast,

The realization that it's ending sooner,

And we wanted it to last,

A little more than we intended,

Without being this stranded.