Ode to a Relationship
Gone Cosmically Wrong

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
On Mercury, where solar blasts melt all;
Or to a Winter freeze in Triton's bay,
where frigid chill keeps icy life in thrall?
Your moods are darker than Rhea's chasms;
Your words, harsher than Io's lava tars;
Your cutting laugh could prompt frightened spasms
In the deadliest dust-storm wraiths on Mars.
We parted ways on Ceti B last year
(Where a year lasts but ten weeks, Earth standard
Time), but your shadow stays. You persevere:
Scratching, wounded, slandering and slandered.
So long as I can breathe, and my eyes see,
I'll bear a galaxy of scars with me.