Light-speed

If I found myself on a star
far far
away
hidden by the dark and empty shawl of an infinite space
would you still remember me?
Or would you have grown old
and died.

My little girl
so fresh and young
ready for every adventure.
Your dad
tired, hopeful, sturdy, ready to pounce
but tired, still.

Would you hate me
for leaving
for travelling
for being away
in all those moments that you needed
a father?

Would you still be there when I came home?
Or would you be
looking for me
finding yourself
somewhere
away
among the stars.