Earlier I posted a poem about a star. Later I saw it again and these words came to my mind.

I think I saw you again, O star
You are so far away
I saw you first in March
And now it’s almost May.

I know it had to be you
Out in that great beyond
Your brightness was in the same spot
As, again, I went to my john.

If it weren’t for those late night trips
I might have never seen you
And wondered – I just wondered
If you were looking at me, too.

Will I see you again, my friend
Or will you move away?
If this is my last time with you
A part of you will stay.

Are you like people in my day
Whom I see only once or twice.
And give the greatest gift to me --
Variety – the spice of life.