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A discussion on relativity
when looking up one starry night
while in the company of a certain
learned student of astronomy
He told me how far away they were
those distant diamond specks.
He told me how many lifetimes
I would have to live
while he sped toward one small winking light
at a pace so blindingly fast
it was impossible for me to imagine.
He told me that when he returned
to earth, to home,
that we, his family, his friends, I
all would be gone, forgotten
(except he would not forget).
And then he told me how he,
lifetimes and lifetimes old,
would still be young.
Still young, he said,
and after I was centuries dead.
Imagine that.
How dare he mess with my mind like that!
Carolyne Butler
(Copyright © 2000)