Pervading the space between the stars
like space lingering between us
streams our silent, glimmering selves.
Awakened, we orbit in a galaxy of possible.
retrieval trembles through every pore,
a slurry of outcomes glistens with relief.
If by slipping, our heart stumbles
and the grasp falls from our reach,
we exhale desire but not release.
Adrift through this measureless oasis
in a state of complicated grief
from too much wanting betrayed.
Astonishment stares back at us,
days move through their shy increments,
months cluster around all that we love,
And years revive every respiration
that carefully sighs to the world -
to begin, to love, to end.
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