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At Least


 

At least we are safe

from the Big Bang, billions of years ago

where light tore itself from nothing

Even when you and I were miles apart

across unmeasured distances

a fragment of you still wandered toward mine

in our umpteenth life

I wait for your touch, longingly

The galaxies revere your name

and for your smile, I would  collapse—

oh, your smile, so fleeting.


At least we are safe

from the deadly yearning

of an old, dying star

Never let us drift too far—

come closer to me at dusk,

as I grow brittle.


But at least we are safe

from a falling meteor

that could destroy us

and time freezes for a little longer

Yet your voice bends space around me,

keeping me warm against the indifferent dark.


At least—before everything unravels into the void—

we are still, somehow, each other’s shelter.


—VIC

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