Space, The Final Refrigerator Magnet

Space exists when we’re apart.
Though we orbit, nothing is ever absolute.
Through the light and the dark,
we both age at different times.
But nothing is ever absolute.

When the lights go off and the stars
burn out,
we are left to believe that it’s time to go to sleep
that we’ve made our last stop and
gotten our last sip of water before the kitchen
closes, at least for another tomorrow.
But nothing is ever absolute.

Although this space I speak of is definite
and gives birth to the fondness of the heart,
one thing for sure is definite in absolutes.
No matter how much our galaxies differ,
no matter how many magnets are spread across
the front of your refrigerator,
there is always room for an astronaut
brave enough to travel
the darkest sky.

And in that moment,
I’ll find you, always.