last waltz (for the time being)

Lightyears away,

in a frequency that’s not detected by human ears

yells a dying star.

it chases you away

then

allures you

back into its arms

to share moments in dead space

then threatens to disappear, despite the constant echoes of

" ^{I’m here}

I’m here

I'm here"

_{it dwindles}

still present, perhaps

in a foreign atmosphere

continues

it to

orbit,

tirelessly

spinning

around. round

and

But never making the full trip back; crumbling from the pressure just before hitting its moment of respite.

sucked into nothingness.

So it asks you to make a wish.

Wish for anything, anything at all.

So when it comes back burning,

burning brighter than before,

allow to greet you once more

and ask for a dance