when we met, the stars did not realign
for they were already aligned and
our meeting did not cause
the universe to tilt on its
carefully crafted axis and say:
"the sun and the moon and
all the stars (as they spin
in their orbits in this forever
expanding galaxy) depend
entirely upon your union"

yet it is known that the distance
from you to me can be measured
in years of light and that nothing
will have changed where no
time has come to pass and when
the exchange of words
cannot be measured (for they
drift among other stars
that are neither yours nor mine
nor anyone else's to compare)
since no more exist between you and i
we shall pass like a dying comet

as the sun consumes itself
only the moon knows it's hidden face
we shall be strangers again
so i, the moon,
stretching a cavernous face
into a half illuminating light
and you, a distant sun,
scorching hot to the touch
but burning with icy flames
will no longer know each other

but a simpler truth exists:
when we met, the stars did not realign
and when we part, the universe will
continue as it always has in its
expanding infinity as it drifts
with its endless suns and moons
and we shall pass like a memory
in the fading distance of a night sky