Chasing Your Starlight
It seems so long. It is quiet, mostly, but I have one singular, driving purpose that I have concocted to give reason to my continued existence without him.
He loved space.
I think, sometimes, that perhaps space, not I, was his true love. He was born among the stars, and he was born to be among the stars.
Starlight was his favourite.
He was always chasing that starlight, searching for something that he was never quite sure of, even after so many years. I always followed him, in his quest to find what he was looking for, whatever great purpose he found himself pursuing.
So, now, I will be chasing his starlight for him, now that he can not.
This ship hurtles through space in search of that which is being searched for. A goal defined by the journey, he called it.
He never reached his goal. He never finished his journey.
So, until the end of my life, I will be chasing his starlight.
It has been so long. I am still chasing.
...I do not know if it is worth it anymore.