Alpha Centauri.

Alpha Centauri

by james bezerra

I seem to have reached

that point in life

where wanting

to love someone

contains a kind of sadness.

Grain of oyster sand or

speck of cosmic dust

catching pale gold light

from Alpha Centauri,

bounces it back to us

down telescope tunnel

through lens of eye

then optic nerve

then brain

then mind

then heart.

I seem to have reached

that point in life

where a sad smirk

like a worn leather jacket

worn like a leather jacket,

will never wear out,

go bad,

or let the cold in.

I seem to have reached

that point in life

when I know the roads I'll never see

will never be outnumbered

by the roads I've seen.

When the I love you-s come

slower, calmer.

When kisses carry all the memories

of all your other kisses.

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