The Edge of Heaven

Don’t cry.

Don’t mourn this parting.

It is not forever that we say goodbye, but only for now — only for a moment, even — and even this is not yet a loss, for nothing can truly separate us. Nothing can truly keep our hearts divided — not even for a second.

I believe that one day you and I will join together again, on the shores of some far-off world, toes dug into a distant soil, brows shaded beneath a foreign sun. When you see me, I will turn my gaze to you and you will meet my eyes. I will call out to you, and you will call in return. I will lift my hand to you, and when our fingers touch, every sun that ever was will rise, and the skies will run with flame.

The worlds we have touched will come alive, and sing in exaltation that we are reunited.

In those moments where we exist in togetherness, where all who witness us are flinch-eyed from the brightness of our glory and triumph, we will reach up and take hold the edge of heaven, pull it from the sky, and make it our own.

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