we meet in the near future,
just like the good old days
sharing every little thing that still matters
like galaxies drawn to each other in the dark
I miss you like Pluto misses being called a planet
a little left out, but still orbiting, still here
for that one quiet moment
we get to do it all again, the way we were,
but this time, with everything we’ve learned
with all the hope I never stopped carrying.