Obscured

 Obscured from each other, 

in a celestial alignment

that renders the two, 

invisible to each other, 

they wait. 

They wonder,

how the other is. 

They wish 

they were together. 

They know, 

the conjunction is only a phase, 

and that their orbits 

shall intersect again, 

soon.

Knowing that everytime they meet, 

they will meet emboldened

by suffering, 

and richer by all the milliseconds and light years, 

that they have survived 

to meet each other again! 

And so they wait. 

Awaiting they abhor, 

but wait they will!

Midnight, 18th of November, 2023