Sol 288

Your auburn hair, emanating
A distant star, pulsating
Its light, too late
All our lives, keep waiting

These dead cells, accumulating
Alien air, we breathe in
Sol erosion, lungs languish
Shadows fall, sky vanish

Ember dreams, disintegrating 
The two of us, resonating
One final... Evening
In the radioactive haze
I, withering.

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