She stands there on the edge of the sky

looking at the stars above her head,

at the moon that hangs so low

that she can almost reach out and touch it.

Whispering words

long forgotten by those who once cared,

she waits impatiently.

It's hard to lose something you've wanted for so long

and be forced to wait for it once again.

But she stands there

and waits,

like she has done for so long now.

A shooting star shines across the midnight sky,

and she looks hopefully twords it.

But nothing becomes of her dreams,

and she remains

as she ever was:

alone.