We are orbiting, you and I,
In circular paths across the sky,
(But never shall we intersect)
In parallel, perfect symmetry
And though the sun we do reflect:
A mutual light through which we trek,
The glow will draw some unions thus,
But never us to reconnect.
While others impact without fuss,
We both do say “oh no, not us.”
For we will stand alone in time,
Turn ash to ash and dust to dust.
And hence I think it must be crime
To keep our orbits so aligned
And (no matter how we both may try),
Will not allow you to be mine.