Maybe in a parallel universe, we’ll be together
Our universe conspires against us.
There was a lover like a moon ever-changing.
He is sometimes bemusing and enjoys endeavoring concepts such as black holes and galaxies.
For all I know, his words enthrall like stars in space sparkling brightly. He might be a constellation, to figure him out is connecting points.
Perplexing notions of repressed emotions denied the universe we both created.