All that ails me is this insatiable desire.

You call it lust.

—Whatever?!

But what is lust without—Fire?

Isn't it just the spark needed to ignite something deeper?

Isn't it the tinder needed?

Isn't it the breath,

Resuscitating life?

Whatever it was, it brought us together.

Wasn't that the importance

—Of such heart-wrenching letters?

Wasn't that the importance

—Of wanting something better?

Or was it more that you wanted,

All you need do was ask.

—Let me in.

But instead—

—We are at an end,

distancing further.

—And further.

No longer the pain;

No longer nurtured.

Just entirely two strangers,

Like before we met.

Two entirely different galaxies,

Far out there.

Or two comets that miss,

Circling the universe.

Never to meet—

—Never to exist.