Lost Universe Love
The stars whisk through the sky.
I move to a city a hundred miles away.
The moon glazes upon the shimmering ocean blue.
I rest my arms across the table contemplating whether this could be false or true.
A supernova collapses light years in the past.
Our love would never last.
The universe on it’s great expansion,
as our distance had an abortion.
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