Light Years Apart

Across the table
I sit at the other end
of the universe
separated by light years
of conversations never had,
times not spent together,
hearts not held together,
what we could never make well together
and i stare into the darkness
where the opacity deludes me
into thinking i knew you.
But today I space travel,
as we bond
over buttermilk.

© Utsa Seth, 2019