I hear the theme music
For the first Star Wars movie
In my head and think of her,
In a galaxy far, far away,
some remote place
to lick her wounds,
not knowing if she will
every return and
what she will do
if she does,
our lives caught up
in this odd cycle
like party balloons
that briefly touch
before each drifts away
some caught up in wires
some fading into the blue
onto some fate unknown,
we touched and parted
she’s off into space
to resolve whatever
it is that haunts her,
trying to heal,
even as I,
caught in these wires
of reality,
is haunted by her.
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