Shooting Star Poem by Agreat Kisser

I sat under the stars tonight
to see how many fell.
Fifteen.
With a razor sharp slash of light across the sky.
Were you watching those fifteen?
No
The sky did not waiver.
The sky did not mourn its loss.
It did nothing,
showed no emotion.
I am like the sky.
Perhaps like me the sky is sad
But keeps its feelings hidden?
Where did they go in their blaze of light?
Where have you gone?
The sky will never see those fifteen again.
Shall I see you?