As we've grown older
we've grown
I know.
I am perpetually blue.
In the on times I think of you.
I try to reprogram guidance protocols;
the compunav continues to point
at you.
The space in the map
that comes back,
numbers off of the charts,
all black.
I don't want to die today.
I do not want to die today.
If we must know,
we must know.
Text message sent
in lieu of a phone call
along the event horizon.
The gravity is alright here,
"how goes it there?"
Gay as a Jay bird
flirting with forty somethings in the outlands.
Bring 'em home.
As we've grown older,
seeing you across the bar,
believing a pact
may not be that far off.
Whipping through the inner system,
parking in the asteroid belt,
collect a souvenir
on a moon Earth's gravity has never felt.
All baubles, all cheese and crackers, snow globes
from planets you've never seen.
Holes and stains and colors, eyes melt,
that should not exist on jeans.
I see you at the far end of the room.
I see you talking yourself down.
I see you, folding star, supernova.
I see you, traveler the same,
black hole,
please don't mind
that I am drawn over
close to
in to
all
about
you.
