Poetry
Have you ever
seen a fallen star
and wondered
who caught it?
Was it Aphrodite,
who kept
it captive,
a gift for her next lover?
Or Apollo
who stole
its light,
to alter the beauty of his lyre?
For I doubt
if you had caught
the star
you’d keep it a
secret from me,
because our lives
were sworn to truth
and love, and secrets