I told you I loved you to Orion
and you loved me there,
but not back.
And so in the end,
with all the love revoked and effort lacked,
we were millions of light years apart.
And I was stranded,
gasping only for air, not even for art.
All for love’s sake
I hope you’re stranded too,
And unable to see
Without our friend turned mine once more
To accompany the moon.
What a difference it makes