Void.

You were a void
That I poured
My love into,
Searching the skies
And cold stone eyes
For some spark
Of return –
Reflection or refraction
Either would do.
“This is going to hurt,”
I screamed from
The corners of my
Mind, swollen
To accommodate
The breadth and length
Of you.
Each parting foretold
The finale
And somehow I knew –
Hold tight
This night will not
Repeat. This retreat,
The end of one dream
Whose nightmarish
Awakening would
Shatter the glass,
Ever turning
Starry eyed and spangles,
As shadow men and their
Ladies dance for
Master and Mistress
Upturning collection plates –
Thirty pieces and
Cold kisses
And your lingering
Betrayal. We’ve folded
Time and shattered space
And damned our filthy
And abominable race –
“This is going to hurt,”
I screamed
At the ghost who
Escaped unscathed.
My world has shattered.
I am changed.
My illusion is broken.
My heart is uncaged.
You were a void –
I burned as a star,
Until consumed by
Gravity and entropy,
I earthward did fall.

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