Por: Ángel Perdomo
We’ve been together for a while.
In time, we won’t be
as close as we are today.
At opposite points of a circumference
on a ripple that has yet
to reach its apex.
The day will come
and we’ll be nothing but
twinkling, fading stars
at best.
Spiraling out of
each other’s pull.
Your tides will subside;
your seasons but an old
memory of your sylvan creatures.
In time,
before we fully escape each other,
the red succumbing Sun will claim you.
Time we do not care for.
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