Some time between you moving away,
me all over the place,
we were astronauts flying towards space.
Landing on different planets,
in the same solar system.
We changed, we adapted and we grew up;
and in many ways grew apart.
We weren’t those young dreamers of space travel anymore.
What is dependent on independence,
two minds who no longer saw the difference.
And the occasional transmissions back and forth lost in translation, slipping in and out over the decades.
It’s a shame, but it is reality.
We both see, no need to agree.
Transmissions get more elusive as time goes.
Maybe we slipped into a black hole, the darkest throes?
Or maybe it’s just me.
Hardened space travelers know they can never really go “home”.