prompt: loving someone who doesn't love you but being okay with itMature

I am but a few atoms charged with activity,
but I know that not a day goes by where a small part of me
isn’t changed, somehow.  New cells grown, old cells fading away.
There might be years between us, maybe lifetimes.  I don’t know
the course of this river but I have been patient all my life, waiting
for this, for these days to pass in the way that they always do:
uninterrupted, relentless.  Some stars take a while to burn
bright enough to be seen from this distance.  I don’t mind waiting.

The End

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