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
...
But not all stars collide again
Some just pass, pretending they never remembered
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
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
...
But not all stars collide again
Some just pass, pretending they never remembered
rewritten for the version of me that stayed
