Centauri. The Things That Don’t Change.

Dear Centauri,

I keep wondering what’s changed.

The timing.
The distance.
The silence.

But not the love.

That’s the part that stayed.

Like background radiation from a star
long gone to the naked eye—

still measurable.
Still real.
Still shaping everything around it.

I may not get to stand in front of you anymore,
but I still live in the light
of what we once were.

And some days,
that’s enough.

Most days,
it has to be.

—Castor