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What planet are you from?

Do you return home to see your loved ones?

I'm sure you miss them.

I'd miss my wife if I was eight light years away from my beloved.

Let alone missing my beer drinking brother.

If I remember, it was his round.

That was a decade ago, before I was posted to Desert World Two with its cold cobalt snow and methane sky.

Heartbreakingly beautiful like you my dear wife.

I wish you were here holding my hand and feeling love,

a love so powerful and pure that your tears would freeze,

in awe of the remote view and my love for you.

In time, when we rendezvous by the third moon,

I'll give you a guided tour of DW2.

Then we can make love in an asteroid belt as your lilac coloured starship glides serenely by on autopilot.

Time with you my dear wife as we fly slowly back home,

no rush for light speed travel.

My research completed here, I'll crash a beer with my pal, his round.

My next space mission will be a joint one.

I'll only go if my wife can go along. I love her so.