In the Universe. There is a strange feeling between two roaming planets. As if. As if they have been one before. I’m talking of us. Of our gravity. We were once one. And now we aren’t. Feels like millennia. Like millennia that we haven’t inhabited the same space. The space atmosphere. Tell me, are your waters still crystal clear? are your plains still expansive? You left me with a crater. You left me, alone. And I don’t know whats home anymore.