Who Would See a Falling Star

There are places where the shadows greet,
But they do not like to stay.
In fact, I find, that as we speak,
Some have faded far away.

Plaster smiles and practiced hellos,
Greet the midday sun.
At its most present moment,
How rude it is not to greet him.

Past the hours, the shadows squirm,
Desperate to be free.
The first chance they leap!
Away,
So very far away.

The sun can only watch.
As all fades to gloomy gray.
Leaving the unwelcoming ground.
Should he crash,
No one is around.

Who would see a falling star.