Beautiful points of light
expand into vacant space
infinite lengths of time
this is the road ahead
a lonely light-year dream
I've come so far
who could have known
soft lips and warm hands
could make going home so hard?
Never be the same again
since the day I let her in
since the day I beamed her up
since the day I inhaled her breath
in geosynchronous orbit above her parents' house.
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