I remember we are stardust
And when I miss him I look up.
I trace his outline in the cosmos.
I wave. He winks.
I remember that atoms are reused.
And I breathe deep recycled air
Passed from his lungs to mine
Through time.
I remember that time is relative
And although our speeds are different
Our destination is the same.
I will join him.
In the Night.
Fragments of Fiction 