Looking up at the stars and thinking of Auden

(a response to The More Loving One)

Eventually, the stars really will recede
from view of Earth, too far for us to see
we will get to find this total dark sublime
though this will take the universe some time.

So wish as we will upon the brightest light
tell ourselves we'll love through every night
'forever' is, like 'perfect', a mistake.
the kind of overwish small children make.

But while these stars still shine above
It is a privilege to be wrecked by love
To find a someone who demands to hold
Your hand in their hand 'til the sun goes cold.

It is delicious to be destroyed by desire
To be consumed out loud with passion's fire
Even when the sun goes cold, for them,
Tomorrow, or a year from now, or ten.

Some facet of love is always unrequited
Some part of one's heart must always be divided
Looking up at the stars, while the stars still burn,
Know "the more loving one" is a question of turns.

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