Here we are again
My dear,
At that place where
You want nothing more
Than to touch those stars
Suspended
Feathered
And utterly alone,
Piercing the void of the sky.
Just as we yearn to
Reach out and stroke
The vastness of their universe,
I wonder if they ever
Wish upon a human
That they might know our
Messy entanglement
Our broken hearts
Our holding hands
Our washing dishes
Our wonder
Our voids
Our dreams
Our ephemeral, intricate, infinite selves.
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