Attachments are wishes
that may never come true.
It’s the longing for love
in the very absence of you.
Like wishing on a star
that stopped burning years ago.
I think to the timelines of kindred spirits
stuck in this eerie echo,
As if mapping the heavens
was ever a reliable recourse,
I wonder, how many collective wishes
I wonder, how many collective wishes
were wasted on a corpse.
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