Worlds are spinning
things are changing
stars are moving,
planets stray
people aren’t fixed
in space and orbit
so why don't people
ever change?
When friends come
it is day
when they leave
it is night
and unlike the earth
spinning slowly
someday I will break
the cycle-
maybe have a friend
who stays.
With each goodbye
a vast, cold emptiness...
then a new hello
like a newborn star
adrift in a gas cloud nebula.



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