Our two worlds collided,
It's how we gained our start,
But now we face a Big Bang,
As our worlds pull apart,
The change is astronomical,
Spacious, this galaxy prevails,
A universe created for our existence,
Our galaxy created the details,
A piece of history lost in time,
We cannot slow the speed of light,
To gain time, or to make time,
Which one of these could be right?
The Sun was our satellite,
A beacon for which we guide,
As we orbit, we create our seasons,
Though each of us chose a different side,
Each day was a bright new summer,
Shimmering waters with a touch of gold,
But you chose the winter months,
Living in a world so cold,
A collision of indifference,
For who and what we are,
Some impacts create new galaxies,
New opportunities near and far,
The light we faced spread too fast,
Our gravity could not pull its brake,
What we created now conflicts,
What change is left for us to make?
A Big Bang with an aftershock,
A ripple pushing us beyond our space,
Only glimmering black fills my world,
As a black hole fills your place…
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Big Bang - But you chose the winter months, Living in a world so cold. Now Only glimmering black fills my world, As a black hole fills your place… I here you. T.