THINKING - by Sarah Healy

THINKING by Sarah  Healy  Thinking. Can't stop thinking.Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day.That dream was mine.A utopian dream. Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree.Pointy, like a star, you shone.So bright, yet not shining as a star would,But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard.You would not show off like a star.Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively -you were a star in my eyes. But like all stars, you died.That gas was gone.No pull between us.The atmosphere was dryand I began to choke.I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor,drunken mother - I did not know what was happening.Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat.Wondering. The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.