Your love was a powerful driving force,
fueling me as a matter-antimatter reaction
where the sound of your voice was the source.
Now I figured out
how to keep flowing with my own voice.
People said it always was that simple,
they said it was just a matter of choice.
Now I am in the outer space, often without a clue,
parsecs away from you,
never farther from the sky your light turns blue,
but closer to any star I want to reach, too.
My memories of you
now are glowing though my skin
because I beheld a sun in your smile.
Flying each year-light, even each single mile
I noticed myself becoming keen
since my farewell to you.
