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Star-Crossed Exile

Once

every few

thousand years,

a comet

fades into view

at an hour some call

“unholy”.

It hangs

out of place,

not a moon and not

quite a star,

a wisp of incandescence

I never saw.

We talked

for light-years

over soup,

word-danced

on an empty rooftop.

The glow remains,

no matter how far

apart we orbit

through cold and godless

space,

past new worlds

we’ll never know.

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Published: Jul 18, 2020
LinesWords: 2568

Notes: Space comet neowise sky
Tags: #space #comet #neowise #sky

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