DISPATCH 391.17 - to Centauri
I looked for you in the stars tonight,
but they were cloudy with memory.
CK Pollux
Centauri - The Way the Moon Carried Your Name
Centauri,
Tonight the moon is hung low and goldâ
the kind that makes the whole world feel like itâs waiting for a story to be told.
And I realized:
I only ever wanted to tell you mine.
DISPATCH 391.67 - to Centauri
Thereâs a single flower blooming through the cracked cement.
Of course itâs violet.
Of course it reminded me of you.
DISPATCH 391.15 - to Centauri
The coffee burned my tongue this morning.
I smiled.
You always said I rushed everythingâ
Except loving you.
DISPATCH 391.30 to Centauri
2:03 AM - I woke to silence that sounded like your voice not speaking. It was loud. It was honest. It said your name.
Tethered to You
Centauri,
There are days I think I might be insane.
Not in the chemical way.
In the cosmic wayâ
the kind of madness that comes from being tethered to someone who isn't there.
Itâs not like Iâm waiting.
Itâs not like I think youâll
đ Dispatch 391: 6:13 PM
One Minute Warning
If you show up, I promise I wonât make it weird.
(Okay, maybe a little weird. But the good kind. The remembered kind.)
𧏠Dispatch 391: The Versions of You I Loved
There was the version of you who laughed at my dumb jokes.
The one who held eye contact too long.
The one who said âmaybeâ like it meant something.
I loved them all.
Even the version who left.
𧔠Dispatch 391: Red Thread Theory
If we really are tied together by an invisible thread, then I hope youâre tugging it.
Because my end?
Wrapped around my wrist like a promise I canât unmake.
đ Dispatch 391: Centauri, If Youâre Reading This...
This might reach you at 3AM, Or in 300 years.
Either wayâ yes, itâs still me.
Still scribbling dispatches like stardust might carry them into the pocket of your coat.
At 3am when I can't sleep.