The Perseids are Canceled

How are you certain we are looking at the same stars?
The chalky city night sky is dimmer and darker
because everyone leaves the light on now.

Did you forget what happens
in the middle of sticky August?
How could you? (I forgive.)

Chaos is too important to sacrifice worry
for luxuries like patience and prayer.

Pretty shooting stars hit the sky
above both of us (I’m assuming).

Hope is the wish I made
to see you again.