Promises blasted apart,
The wreckage of man and wife,
Of husband and woman,
Threatening to always remain suspended in the night sky,
Obstacles between you and I.
Little hearts damaged, too,
Along the paths uncharted,
Slivers torn amidst the family debris,
Yet navigating among and through
And (hopefully) beyond this scattered past.
The cosmic alignment when we come together
Displays this intermingling between bright matter and the everyday.
We fly, soaring past those stationary meteorites,
Before we traveled along the light years,
Before our dreams caught up with this space, this time.