A faint streak cut the sky—
not falling searching
It halted over me for a heartbeat
then descended like a decision
Light condensed into a sphere
warm as memory
brilliant as realization
I cupped my palms without thinking
The star rested there—
small pulsing alive
It hummed truths I’d avoided
illuminating every doubt I’d ever kept
When I lifted it toward the sky
it didn’t return
It brightened instead
Some stars decide to stay