I shot for the moon for you , and only landed among the horizon of space.

I promised that I'd be there for you when you come back .
But it aches.
The pain of losing you into a black hole.
A distance and a galaxy far away from you,
feels never endless ,
and nevertheless,
hardened by the earth's atmospheric pressure trapping me into a haze of emotions.

We take our lives for advantage,
We take each other's hand for warmth .
Yet,
All we can do is wait .
Wait in the suffering ,
of unforeseen futures,
taunted by others ,
neglected by more . ...

We never cared ,
Our love meant more than the words of pessimist and judgers ,
We walked hand in hand with each new war that came to us the next hour .
Yet you were always there for me ,
Your hand in mine.
Mine in yours .
As it will be when you come back ,
Forever and always
Through depths of space ,
and the distant future .
Landing me, among the stars .