Andromeda
Growing up, my girl next door was called Andy.
I just assumed gravity would bring us together—
like two galaxies slowly merging over a lifetime.
It might still happen though we’re no longer neighbors—
not that that matters in this age of internet dating,
remote work and learning, Zoom relationships.
My neighbors were once the people I delivered newspapers
to or begged candy from on Halloween night and today
I don’t know who lives in the next apartment.
Now I think of my readers as neighbors. I don’t care
which school you attended or the color of your passport.
We communicate at the speed of light.
The gravity of our words draw us together—
faster than the dark energy keeping us apart.
For the LP Prompt: Neighbor and Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Galaxy.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
What a lovely read! Yes we are neighbours!
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Thanks! Glad you liked it.
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Really nice blend of 2 prompts. Well done. Maybe your next poem will be a dark matter poem
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Maybe… Depends on the prompts.
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This is really nice sir, Andromeda cannot be more beautifully expressed as you did in poem. Loved this one
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Thank you very much for your kind words.
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This does cause me to say “hi neighbor.”
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Hello to you too.
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