there are stars in the sky,
that are not destined to touch.
they spend their days drifting through the galaxy,
patiently,
missing the spark a only a star so distant could give,
but they never would meet,
never would collide,
because doing so would cause an explosion.
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry70 days of summer 70 poems of sonder (might also include a photo i took on the day of writing the poem)