Lost Star part I

I'm looking for a lost star

It fell from my necklace

The chain snapped and clink!

It bounced and rolled away.

With my hands in my pockets

I walk along rivers

searching for it, and

pretending to smoke.

Because there's something too

Depressing

about smoking alone.

I like it when it rains.

My hair sticks to my neck.

And the streetlights gaze sadly

Down empty streets.

Perpendicular waters disrupt each

other, murmuring in their 

sleep.

Sometimes I see lights in the river

Glowing boat lights,

beneath the water.

They must be other stars

and I'm tempted to dive,

but they are not mine

nor ever shall.

Author's Note

Practicing, written pretty quickly and lightheartedly, with a distant gravity. I can't judge my own work. Is there anything you like about this?