inner space/outer space

there is a future we cannot see, distant enough to need its own word. past tomorrow, next week, next century, two galaxies over and a little to the right. between distant stars unseen and planets unpredicted. in this future we will once again become atoms, stardust, recycled energy. nothing ever really dies, no one disappears into the ether like smoke in a clear sky. instead, we become— over and over reinvented. there is a future distant enough to need its own word. unseen, expanding like the distant edges of our universe. we will not see it as ourselves, instead, we come together. your electrons searching for mine like your hand reaching in the dark on a cold night in december, once. in the near future we will intertwine coiling around each other like dna strands, two halves of something greater than ourselves. it is a physical constant: we will find one another in something greater, more than ourselves less than the universe. there is a future we cannot see, an event horizon we will not cross. hey, this is all theory. i have spoken into the gravity, let my words be pulled down. send out radio waves asking you to meet me here, in this near future. you told me i was your sun and you found me untouchable.