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Lightyears by Your Side

After centuries spent slumbering

in a silver pod by your side,

I still recognize your frosted face.

Every feature is as familiar to me

as this peculiar planet of pink sand

is unnerving and so very strange.

When you awake, you’ll know me too

and we will walk out of the ship

hand in hand to meet our new home.

Even if time had not frozen for us

and our skin showed every line

I would still know you in a moment.

Eons might pass, galaxies may shift

but my hopeful heart is a compass

that will always point to you.

Jenny Thompson lives in Pittsburgh. Her poetry has appeared in Strange Horizons, Star*Line, and Utopia Science Fiction Magazine.

Radon Journal Issue 6 cover art
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