When I think of us
Our once deep relationship;
It is as looking at a star’
Its bright light I see
Are but memories,
Billions of years into the past.
In truth,
I know not, if neither the stars
Nor we
Ever existed at all.
But still I gaze
Wondering if your wish upon a star
Was for another chance at our nebulous union,
Or just some quasi-quasar
Calamity of nature
To separate, and thus contribute
To the entropy of the dying heavens…
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