Some nights I can stand outside
and stare at the Milky Way,
study the uncountable stars, marvel
at the magnificence, and know that
(no matter how far away) it’s all a
part of my home, all just a distant
room I haven’t yet fully explored.
But tonight the Milky Way is just
a million billion stars, a million billion
miles away, not brilliant, not even
bright, certainly not home, hardly
worth even a second’s thought.
Tonight is the darkest of nights;
there is no Milky Way. Tonight
I am a million billion miles away.
Poets And Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #38
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