Wishing upon fallen stars.

Afire, flaming,

Wondering how
and why and where
and when.

Questions flit about,

under and around.

They flash and fade,

swirl and twirl.

A chase is on!

I run and chase,

cajole and beg.

I tease and trick,

leap and grab.

Finally! (Yes!)

The trapped question

disintegrates,

melting out of my clutch.

I failed to scoop it back.

Failed, failed, failed.

Perhaps...

it wasn't meant to be.