Your Rocket Man

From your Rocket Man

to you.

My Shooting Star.

From the beginning you were my mission.

Somehow I was going to reach you.

Didn't know quite how that was going to happen at the beginning.

Until it became clear I'd have to go out on a limb.

I had to take a rocket ship to you.

Now, a rocket ship is no bicycle.

It's much harder to get home, once you take a ride on a rocket ship.

But after talking to my friends and family, I knew I had to reach you.

I waited till you were in the perfect position in the night sky,

then I took off.

I couldn't wait to make contact with you.

My hopes and dreams of what I would discover, kept me up at night for years.

As I was blasting off, I couldn't help but be excited for the future.

Then I missed.

I miscalculated.

I missed you.

My shooting star, I shot right past you.

Off into the night sky.

I can't turn around.

Like I said, I'm piloting a rocket ship here.

I've got nowhere to go but forward.

But I'm not sure where to go now.

I wanted to get to you.

I wanted to discover my future on your surface.

Now my future is behind me.

After all these months in space, I still hate that I miscalculated.

I hate that I missed.

But I do want to tell you something.

I want to thank you.

For being there.

For pushing me.

For keeping me on the right track.

I've got all of the universe in front of me.

I wouldn't have that opportunity if it wasn't for you.

 I wouldn't be here if it weren't for for.


So thank you, my shooting star.

For everything.

I know you'll still be here when I figure out how to get back.

I'll see you soon.

Sincerely,

Your Rocket Man