there are galaxies

separating you and me,

but it's only you

i long to see.

time and space

are my newfound

enemies

and i'm afraid

that they cannot be beat.

you were once a neighboring

planet yet now you are

light years away

and i'm afraid

that this may never change.

i don't know if you miss me

and there's no way for me

to ask and even if there was

i would be fearing your answer.

we were the perfect star

together

and perhaps that is why

we had our supernova...

i lay shattered,

galaxies away

and i can't help but wonder

if you

are shattered too.

Great and huge yet so tiny

An ant stares up into space

Listening to the sound of wind in the trees

Another little creature wondering in another galaxy

Xanthoxylene scenting the air

I stand and look at the stars and moons

Ever-changing, ever-thriving

Somewhere, in a distant galaxy

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Read backwards or forwards, line by line.

Like a galaxy of longing you were endless, and among your stars I was lost.

Wandering, pushing past the cosmic dust that cluttered your brain,

lurid colors strung between dim memories.

As your astronaut,

I could only explore so long before I ran out of air.

I could only touch you so long before I was hit by another one of your

famous asteroids.

It was always a risk to reach out

grasping at the hidden film beneath your glimmering exterior.

You were strong

and the blank and black reaches of the innermost crest that was your soul,

you kept under thick protection,

like a planetary exoskeleton.

I wanted you

I needed you

but among the vast wasteland you pretended was your personality,

I was entangled in your vivid rays.

There are an unknown number

Of Galaxies in our universe,

And who knows how many more

In others.

What a selfish thought

To think that

We are the only ones out there.

We walk among stars,

Spinning and turning endlessly.

Our gaze points outward,

Searching and looking endlessly.

We sleep in the arms of nebulas,

Resting from our weary troubles.

Our souls search for our other half,

Yearning to be complete again.

We live in a neighborhood of gas giants,

Surrounded and embraced forever.

Our worries float among the galaxies,

Care free and wondering forever.

He is standing right in front of me,

But it feels like he's galaxies away like I could scream and he could never hear me,

If I talk to him I will be just a step away from him.

But no I just stand here like an idiot while he's galaxies away and I don't do anything about it, all I have to do is take a couple steps and the galaxies between us will whizz past me in two seconds, and I'll be in his galaxy just inches away from him.

But I don't and he walks away, the galaxies In between us keep getting bigger and bigger until I can not see across the vastness of them, and he disappears from my reach.