The Stars Are Against Me (And Other Disasters)

I want coffee and conversation. And a lover.
I don’t belittle the life that I’ve made
(Please understand)
or regret it
(I’ve gained so much from it)
but stars… while they speak… are
somewhat
distant
companions.

(That gives new meaning to long distance relationship…)

I miss the folds of fingers
and the hello’s and goodbye’s that collide
galactic in doorways
morning
and
night.

(The Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies will have to be so much more patient than I…)

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