Celestial Precessions

Let’s do the math: two people never see
quite the same sky. The stars are never quite
transfixed in firmament; the Earth, despite
approximations, teeters in its spin.
The seasons change and constellations in
their majesty will drift across this space
we inhabit for an instant; we can trace
the rays of light to divergent infinity.
And still I search for fixed points. You are gone
from me and yet here is our origin:
little whispered words, train stations, or the ways
we walked those nights. We never saw the dawn
together, love, nor shared what could have been
almost but not quite the same luminous days.

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