there are too many nights when i look up at the stars and i swear one will fall atop my face, into my eyes and upon my cheeks. and my lips will be freckled and soft and they will exfoliate my skin of everything dead and i will be renewed but she will never find her way out, not if i scrubbed myself raw.

she told me that someday, we will gaze under the same blanket of stars,
but
i wonder if the night will take me before then.

she tells me someday, we will have the same flora and live under the same roof
but
i wonder if someday, that roof will collapse before it is even ours.

she tells me, the moon will be our night light together in a twilight bedroom,
and i ask.
how will she fly away from saturn without a rescue mission to save her?