A universeof space.

by blossom666

I miss you,
I miss what i cannot have,
I miss what is not mine,
I miss what will never be mine,
I miss, i do not even know, what it is
I miss.
But I wonder,
As I always do,
If the space is inevitable,
A test of thought,
On the last day of the hundreds of hours of space,
Will you see me differently,
through open eyes
And a fresh mind.
Will I be a parting memory?
Space and time do two small things, they either teach us of the things we can live with out,
Or they consume our thoughts,
Telling us of the thngs,
We do not,
Want
To go without.
Either way,
Only time will say.

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