Two stars—
in the sky.
Choose the one,
you want to be…
Have you decided yet?
[she could never decide]
“It makes no difference”
I say with no reservation.
Knowledge she doesn’t know of,
but I do, comes to mind. I smile:
space expands—slowly of course!
We will never be closer.
We are two dots
on a deflated balloon.
Once blown up,
the space between us expands.
We will never be closer,
unless, of course,
the balloon bursts;
and by chance, we
fly past each other,
slowly catching up—
only to quickly
leave my orbit.
Once,
in a lifetime—
cliché,
truthful & genuine.
—is all you get.