It never seemed to be the same

they always seemed to miss each other

being other places, other times,


“Her stars, his sunrise

never the twain shall meet”


The softness of the morning light

the coldness of the night stars

The longing that both of them felt,

became sleepless nights,

and headache mornings


Wanting is not the same as having

and wishing doesn’t always become getting,


The earth rotated

the scenes repeated themselves

separated, they were in time and space,

Though together, in their