He: what is that? (motioning to the star drawn on the palm of my hand)
Me: It’s a star I caught one night.
He: When was that?
Me: Oh, awhile ago.
The sun’s come up and I have to go. But I wish you didn’t have to. I wish I didn’t have to.
You asked me to promise not to ____.
But… I… But you…
Me: I’m beginning to think you can never really catch a star.
Him: No, You really can’t.
And now I just want to join you and wish this dream… this train doesn’t stop.
I really hope this isn’t the end of the line.