Sometimes it feels like

she and I are sailing

through the milky way galaxy

on entirely different spacecrafts,

blazing through the black abyss

at 17,500 miles per hour

and with careful planning,

copious amounts of fuel,

blind faith

and perhaps divine intervention

from some celestial being…

we’ll end up on the same moon

for an afternoon

and if we’re lucky for a weekend.


we’ll just exist there,


just the two of us for a good while,

watching the stars

and the worlds

and the comets

go by,

forgetting about our ambitions and explorations and dreams.

Until one of us decides it’s time to leave.

– fin –

By Cole Schafer.

I’ve written two books of poetry and prose: One Minute, Please? and Quarantine Dreams. You should grab a cup of coffee (or a generous pour of whiskey) and give them a look. ❤

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