We were forged in a distant explosion
~
You and I,
each carrying a fragment
still searching for the other.
Across centuries,
through every form we take,
that longing remains
~
unchanged, unnamed.
The stars spoke us into alignment,
from worlds apart.
And still,
a part of me stays with you.
A quiet witness,
waiting for the moment
we meet again.
Maybe we will.
Maybe we won't.
But something within us
will always search
~
And perhaps
that is what makes it infinite.
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