Forty years time.
That's how long it takes for Earth's crust to cool
after the sun is gone from the sky.
She left without saying goodbye.
Now, there's nothing keeping friends like Mars and Venus close together;
we all go on our separate paths.
Earthians are left with thousands of days
and one starry, lonely night.
What are we to do?
Some of us will forsake the sky altogether
and live on to toil the cold, dark earth
with only our mother's molten core to keep us warm.
Others will give chase.
Futilely leaving home behind
trying to hold onto the way things used to be.
Still others will broaden their horizons
by sailing to new worlds with reckless abandonment
in search of a new conquest.
For myself, I will be content.
Watching the world go by,
trying to make the most of this longest night before I die.