Sep 8, 2021
Too late, I realized I missed you.
As I stare out at the stars, with all the colors that you can't see, at all the phenomena you never knew was happening all around you unless I told you, I wonder:
Do you miss me too?
It's impractical.
Illogical.
Inexplicable.
You have no reason to. You had lives before. You'll have lives long after you land back on the solid ground of earth, breathing fresh, unrecycled oxygen, eating real food, seeing all the people you love or will love one day, hate or will hate one day, and all the people in between you'll never spare a second thought.
And yet still I wonder
illogically,
desperately,
pathetically,
Did you love me too?