Shooting star

Little falling star,
brilliantly you
shimmer, yet how
fast you seem
to fade from
all existence.
But I know
better. Somewhere
hidden but still
there are you.
Not dead, but
resting in
the galaxy that
is your home.
Now though I
wonder. Are you
Quite alone? Does
it ever become
lonesome sleeping
in the sky where
none can see?
Sometimes star
I feel like thee.
Often people forget
to look for me, As
the forget thee when
you fall.