Centauri, You're Not Mine, Still You're Loved

Dear Centauri,

I saw someone today who looked like you.

I didn’t follow.

I just smiled and kept walking.

That’s how I love you now.

Not in the desperate way,
but in the way flowers still turn toward the sun
even if it’s behind the clouds.

I love you enough
to let you disappear
if that’s what your soul needs.

And I’ll still be here,
even if only in quiet blessing.

Not mine.
Still loved.

Always,
—Castor