The Milky Way Comforts Its Humans

My dearest carbon children
you tore open a wormhole
saw a sun brighter than yours
and then fled.

I charged the air into lovely
particles just to express
during your final dawn
how excited I was for you.

I stood static as the greatest
light show you’ve witnessed,
begging you remember me
as you ran to your wormhole
and embraced newer stars.

Emerging
into a
stretched
spiral
galaxy
shredding
its dusty ghosts
on the edges of creation,
you found home in a new sky.

While you’re gone, I’ll hold
onto your remnants
and abandoned creations,
your Pioneers and Voyagers.
I’ll polish their golden plates
until you stumble back home,
peeking inside your old system’s attic.

Let the sounds etch
into your grooved ears
while I cry alongside you
because neither of us recognize
each other’s voices.

If you come back
with cybernetic hearts
and transhuman bodies
I promise not to say a word.

Instead I’ll understand that you
are better than what you started as.

I hope you’ll have found
enough confidence inside this
universe to stare me in my blackhole-
eyes, knowing that at last
you are truly home.