The bones of your mother
ride the unending dust storms
on Triad Sixteen.
Your father’s skull
bleaches in the stark light
of an airless moon.
Your wife leaves you
for an alien lover
in the Haasedar Quadrant.
Your daughter joins
a gravfree artist colony
on an artificial satellite.
Your teenage son
has never returned
from the Pleasure Domes.
You travel aimlessly
from red giant to white dwarf,
always on the lookout for home.
Appeared in Asimov's SF Magazine
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