Galaxies and Oceans

by N.R. Walker

People thought we were crazy, but it was like the universe knew we didn’t have long…”

“Kind of like I’m lost at sea and you’re the lighthouse and safe harbour. I know when I’m with you, no one can hurt me.”

“When you look at the stars, what do you see?” “Impossible possibilities,” I answered in a whisper. “Movement and stillness, incomprehensible vastness. Infinity.”

“It sounds a bit stupid, but there’s a part of me that thinks if you have me that way, if I let you into my body, then I will belong to you. Belong with you. For as long as this thing between us lasts, I’m yours and only yours.”

“What are you trying to say?” “That I’m falling for you too.” And there it was. Everything laid bare with nothing in between. Like the space between the ocean and the galaxies above it. Unimpeded, yet completely, unbearably impossible.

“For as long as this thing between us lasts, I’m yours and only yours,” made my heart soar.

Time simply didn’t stop. It trudged on while you wandered aimlessly, helplessly, with only grief and loneliness as companions. Time mocked and ridiculed, passing slowly when you were the one left behind, and at the same time flying by so damn fast, reminding you that you were stuck. Time was a cruel beast.

“May the stars forever guide us, and may this lighthouse bring us home.”