Daily Prompt: Foreign

A lifetime ago, I was the touchstone, the canon,

the North Star.

We were bound by conductivity,

visible to the multitudes in orbit.


My name once became


on your lips.  We touched too briefly,

fulmination during an impossible time.


But parabolic paths create unfathomable distances,

where bodies become exempt from the celestial pull,

breaking bonds of vested intimacy

to create strange and foreign hurtful worlds.



via Daily Prompt: Foreign



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