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How many days make a poem?

A week or two, you have been
meteoric, burning my eyes.
I have seen
poetry scorching the skies.

A year or two knowing and apart,
words that did not show
the turning of my heart,
so slow, so slow.

You made a wish too,
as a shooting star went past.
How many days make a poem come true?
I am writing the lines so fast.