two hundred million miles
and nothing in the space between
speeding in your godship
spinning in protective hibernation
far from the discomfort of
“how was your day?”
and “should we move to Fresno?”
no decisions about dinner
or furniture or
about us
no trying to fill the space between
two lost souls
whose hearts fail to launch
leaving only the empty space
in the place between
here and Mars
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