On our backs
Looking up at the stars
You feel overwhelmed
Space does that to you
“I feel so small.”
“You’re big to me.”
“I’m a speck. I’m less than a speck.”
I want to reassure you
As gravity holds us to a precious planet
The perfect distance from the sun
“The electrons don’t worry about us.
They just keep doing their job. Spinning.”
You take my hand
And your breathing slows
“It’s too much.”
db hargis 
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