Comet

It was a sunny shiny day,
The moon would shine bright,
The stars would echo in ostentatious constenations,
The day felt magical, joy and love could be smelt from miles away,
But he was all alone sat in a dark place,
Right aftet viewing the sunset on his own,
Like a lone wolf howling across the artic,
He wasn’t stranded nor lost,
He was not broken but scarred,
He was afraid, scared, may be, just may be,
What if, but forget it he would think,
The scars in him bled and his vision was blurred,
As the shooting star chased after the comet,
He saw the love the people shared,
He saw the shreds they’d become in few moments,
In his oveethinking he did know that Cupid hurt him,
He wasn’t alone just lonely,
Afraid of loving again