Stargazing

Our eyes glisten with wonder. 
Who are we? Who do we want to be?
Is it worth the effort?
Should I have tried harder to keep her?
Less hard?
Have my sacrifices been worth it?
Will my current ones pay off?
After a while, the stars are aesthetically pleasing but stop conferring meaning to what’s going on down here. Even if we knew exactly how the stars operated, could they bestow love or justice or fulfillment?
To see the parallax of the stars behind the silhouette of my girlfriend as she ascends a set of stairs to a patio is much more fulfilling.
The stars as a context or backdrop is much more fitting. Nature’s Christmas lights for a date with destiny.
When we sleep in each other’s arms, signals cannot penetrate our radii; our love is hard to measure from the outside.
What happens at our event horizon?
Ask Siri.