One day
We will shoot up to the stars
Fast
Quickly
Beautifully
Inches away from a plate-sized star
Our faces glow from the bright light
And for three seconds
Everything is still
But those three seconds pass
And the pull of the star slowly fades
We grab each other’s hands, falling backwards towards
Earth
Wind in our hair
Smiles on our faces
Somehow your eyelids seem amazing
God, Allah, Buddha places us like glass figures
Onto a dim, grassy field
Hands entwined
We are happy
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