co-existence
In the past tense, we were good, we were beautiful; in the present, good becomes something else.
Both of these things can be true; to hold two truths in one hand, it is juxtaposition that eludes us. (perhaps it might heal us.)
How can a human hold such contradictions within them and not combust when they yearn to be absolute?
Easier to catch a burning comet, where the pain would be redeemed by the touch of something impossible by any other measure.
To know that we had it in our hand, even for a moment.
Or perhaps starry skies and nebulous truths are one and the same: both marvellous phenomena to guide us when we are lost.
(Even when they make us feel so uncomfortably small.)