Every year, when I grow older
I draw a breath
exhale a wish,
locking it away for safe keeping.
any time I witness a star dying,
burning up as it streaks across the sky
as quick as the brief streak
my mind goes to one thing
always a secret.
but now that you’re here
I speak that secret
let it be said for the first time,
fall from my lips,
as I call for your lips.