alignment

stars, so far, out of reach, out of hand.
what do they feel, knowing
they can't ever be held
by someone who loves them.
always kept at a distance,
always marveled at from afar
a distance that it can only
be measured in years.
a distance so far
that no one can ever travel
without the possibilty
of being pulled into a
blackhole, one atom
at a time.
without the fear
of losing the pressure
of gravity holding their bones
and limbs together.
is it too much
to know that you're
somebody's sun? somebody's
support system,
a whole empire beneath you,
surrounding you,
enveloping you.
children below you, that you
caress and give thanks to
only eight and a half minutes
away from life,
from skin,
from love.
a love so far gone that we can
only imagine.
what could be worse
then knowing the damage
your love could cause.
the corona is only the beginning.
pulling your essence close
would be a death wish
masochistic. brave.
all they need is two feet,
and they could dance.

all i need is your love,
from a distance.