You are the Milky Way,
And, I’m Andromeda,
They say in a few billion years, we\'ll finally meet,
a cosmic crash, a messy, starry feat.
I honestly hate the wait,
But, I’m sure in the end, we’ll unite,
But, this feels like a slow burn romance novel,
When you finally find me, you better grovel.
Maybe the wait is long for a reason yet unseen,
The universe probably has a grand, galactic scheme,
So, for now, let’s thrive in our own little worlds,
When the time’s right, it’ll all be unfurled.