two burning stars collided in the night
when mother, father, brother were asleep
them with their arms around each other, winning the lonely battle
he laughing in his sleep, dreaming of childhood
she
daughter, sister, friend
her face glowing, reflecting the computer screen
turned her head sharply at the wail
of pain, birth
from the stars
before she could get outside, the sun rose
and since morning is not a time to see things others cannot
alone
her fingers rattled on the keyboard
and she could almost see his eyes
glowing
like reflections of two burning stars
in a puddle of rain
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