I used to envy stars
in their loneliness.
I found some solace
in knowing they
survived alone.
But, now with you,
I know the stars and comets
live half a life,
though it is measured in millenia.
I have few words left,
so like the hermits in their spheres
the only thing I know to do
is to exist,
but I am lucky;
I get to do it with you.
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