Everything begins after everything ends. Dust from an ancient explosion re-forms into a galaxy. Somewhere, a supernova. Somewhere, planetary formation.
They are always apart. They are always together. They are always two parts of a whole.
They meet again and dance again, always careful not to grow too close. They can never resist for long. They are the same starstuff; their souls breathe as one. Their laced fingers speak of gravity, of loss, of love.
They will die at a touch, they will live at a distance, and they will love with the life of the universe in their veins.