Comet.

Sometimes, time passes slowly. A satellite inching its way accross the sky, making every head turn upward, wondering, is that a planet or just a web of galactic metal? Other times, it's a great comet streaking accross the great big dome of sky, upturned heads with "o"s for mouths forming "oohs" and "ahhs" at its blue flames.

The truth is, you're my comet. My great big ball of fire. Time with you passes too quickly, and soon you're going to disappear over the horizon. The minutes tick by as the day draws nearer. Caps and gowns. Graduation announcements. College. The big C-word. The word that literally translates to: "You're a big girl now. Move on." Move to one side of the country while he streaks to the other, a beautiful orb of light. My orb of light. Someone else's orb of light.

And so the day comes. The day where hearts split open with every name called. Then SILENCE. Oh, sweet silence. Scared silence. Angry silence. Hurt silence. It's the cap on the end of a bottle. It's the comet going over the horizon, onwards to please someone else in the world as if this never happened.

All because time moved too fast.