Untitled, as of yet.
He waited for her,
as she roamed the globe.
Wistfully, he longed for her radiance
to caress his dark, grey surface.
He looked over his lifeless exterior,
the surface that once fulfilled him,
and only saw what was missing:
light.
Every night he forced his eyelids to stay open,
until they cried and pleaded for sleep,
hoping to get a little glimpse of
her still sleepy face just rising from a darkened world.
The memories of her soft, soothing voice, whispering
in his now-empty ear, played through his head,
a product of nostalgia forever on replay.
The two were never closer than thousands of miles in reality,
which inevitably caused him to curse gravitational pull
and all that is higher in the Universe.
The Man inside him made him no stronger,
and no less dependent.
All he could do was wish,
day after day,
upon every shooting star amidst his presence,
that her rays would caress his dark, cratered, surface
just one last time.
Just one last time before gravity swept him back into the dark.
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