Ships passing in endless night.
|...To a window, a starship taking flight:
I can race through comet trails
like a void-moth / cosmonaut,
but, Sarah, how will I know the world
you come to call your home?
...To a random spaceport fuel loader:
Even as we count my options,
Sarah's trail fades to black.
Now, I will search for her
till the stars go cold, so...
...To the Captain's Log:
So I set my course (life and ship)
to marking birthdays beyond the skies,
in the void between worlds,
in search of that one, precious-beyond-price
who asked to come aboard.
You deserved so much more
than silent clearance to launch, alone,
into the cosmos.