He is an astronaut.
Not the cosmonaut of spacecraft boarded and braved.
There is no scientific reason of why, I was the one saved.
He remains free, like an atom lost, found and floating.
And I am his after burn.
I have watched him leave and return and it hurts to say goodbye, though as he fades, electric and untouchable, I am amazed.
I am this planet and he is the next and nowhere in between do we ever hold hands, there is no place where we explore together.
He is an astronaut; of my life, my breath and my being.
I am a gasp.
A molecule still joined.
And as I stand on the earth, gravity keeps me, whilst my morning eyes trick me into believing that it never happened.
Until next time.