[Poggio]

Many times his mouth opened, only to close again with out a sound. His eyes found the ground before he could speak again. “Zosa, what if I do not want to go back to space? There is nothing on Mars say for a contractor waiting to develop it. He closed his eyes thinking of the view from space, his first love. How red the planet was, as if it were pulsing with rivers of blood. The other thing caught him off guard. “I am sorry Zosa, I was not ready for the emotional attachment. … “He brought the hand to his lips. Softly speaking he said “I do love you.”