I Guess I'll Just Cherish The Scar

Ah, errant-star, how distant you are how far we have travelled to collide collisions like these are few and far. So why, love is it, you're unmodified? Shouldn't my sphere be circling your planet? Like it was at the start, on fire. Why's it now your heart's core is cold granite? Why's it jagged rock, my once sweet briar? Shouldn't my oceans, my moon be evaporating? Shouldn't it be liquid mercury expanding? Why's my hearts flask still emanating counting the years apart, notwithstanding: Wish we-were closer, my errant star now we've untangled this relativity; I guess I'll-just-cherish the scar remember its radioactivity.