you were a network
of supernovas and stardust,
bound together by light.
you would glow, baby,
and your light burned
through the velvet sky.

it's so easy to forget that
in the game of life
we are ephemeral.

it's so easy to forget that
galaxies die too.

it's so easy to forget that
light lives for eons
after a star's death.

Lunar lovers, under covers,
dream of mice and men.

Solar brothers, burning others,
have yet to ever sin.

It's not you
It's not me
It's us.

lovely silence brushes over me
in ribbons of forgotten promises
and the wrong kind
of contentment

and though i didn't want it to rain
because the first drop
that fell on my cheek
made me
homesick.

i looked up at the clouds
and asked them
silently
if they have seen
where i
live.

the sky roared in reply
and i kept
wondering
how to decipher
it.