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Premise: Where even the force that binds the universe couldn’t hold us.

gluons don’t stay.
they flicker
in and out of existence,
binding what they touch
without being held themselves.

and some bonds
exist only to disappear.
unpromised.
unstructured.
felt,
but never seen.

each collision
briefly made something whole.
and then?
blink.

no orbits.
no gravity.
just a center
too light to catch,
and a silence
too familiar to break.

And that’s the irony, isn’t it?
gluons the particles that hold the universe together,
couldn’t even hold us.
“Some bonds only exist because they know how to let go.”
Premise: Where even improbable love failed to tunnel through.

quantum tunneling,
the universe’s way of whispering:
even through walls,
love can pass,
if it wants to badly enough.

a love slipping past reason,
through impossibility,
into each other.

two entangled particles,
tied,
bound,
but always collapsing
in opposite directions.

mirror spins
aching for the same center,
drawn to meet,
and still, drifting apart.

some say
dark energy can be quantized,
weighed, divided, explained.
but if that were true,
there’d be a number
for why we left.

there isn’t.
and maybe that’s proof enough:
some barriers,
even in the universe,
keep waiting for a spark that never comes,
lingering like a wave that fades,
almost through,
almost home,
then gone.
“There was always a chance. Just never a path.”
Premise: Where some stars die so beautifully, they take you with them.

a supernova
not a cry for help,
but a burst so bright
it teaches the dark how to glow.

some stars burn so fiercely
their light becomes a promise,
an invitation too strong to resist.
wanderers drift closer,
trusting the warmth.

then the pull begins, softly,
a hush across space.
reasoning being stretched into threads of light,
drawn thin, unwound, unmade.
closer, then closer still
until time forgets how to run.

somewhere beyond that edge,
the event horizon,
where even light must let go,
the heart unravels,
quietly.
willingly.
because falling,
felt more like love
than drifting ever did.

then the black hole takes what’s left,
like a love that consumes,
piece by piece,
not violently,
but in small unspoken vanishings:
a memory.
a warmth.
a name no longer held.
until all that remains
is the quiet.

only fragments circle back,
to the ghosts of a gravity once trusted,
tracing a center that cannot be touched.
a singularity of what was,
where even love is stretched so thin
it forgets the shape it had.

and somewhere,
still visible on the far edge of silence,
the tiny blue dot blinks.
already drifting out of reach,
a witness to this quiet unravelling of the cosmos.
“What collapses in the dark teaches the light how to begin again.”
A poetic series of universes, stitched together by science and heartbreak.

Some say love is written in the stars.
I say it’s scattered across universes, in fragments of what almost was,
what collapsed too soon,
what spun too far,
or burned too bright.

I’ve always tried to make sense of heartbreak with science.
So I started writing poetry, one universe per goodbye.
Here we love, lose, and orbit,
again and again,
under different skies.

🪐 Field Notes from Parallel Loves

🔹 Universe#0720 - Supernova
Where some stars die so beautifully, they take you with them.
=> https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5104317/universe0720-supernova

🔹 Universe#0510 - Quantum Tunneling
Where even improbable love failed to tunnel through.
=> https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5104319/universe-0510-quantum-tunneling

🔹 Universe#0620 - Gluons
Where even the force that binds the universe couldn’t hold us.
=> https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5104322/universe0620-gluons

🔹More universes await. Drift carefully…..
“Maybe every heartbreak is just the universe trying to teach us a little more about itself.”
Gugzang 6d
Fate always finds ways to leave you scarred,
But please stick with it.
Because somewhere you can't see,
Someone crosses the sea of time just to embrace your sensitive heart.

Just to have a single glimpse of you,
To strike a normal meet w you.
Or
Maybe it's not just them,
It's you
Waiting endlessly
Someone to search,
To reach out.

'One to look back upon the sand castles that
're left w noone in them.
As if,
Even the castles are longing for someone to remember them.

But eventually,
They would end up scattering,
Since most bury their euphoric remembrances just to remember the melancholy.

Albeit,
the sand castles' span depends upon the
native's mind;
Alas, the latter always tends to remember the tornados...
Completing defying the 'work for which he preserved so hard,
For the one who destroyed his castle?

But
Once
The native realises that it's not the tornado, it's the sand
From which the castle can be made
A thousand times
Only If he remembers to cherish
The things meant for him to cherish,
He will be truly liberated.

BUT
What if,
he wants to be stuck in his melancholic waves of tornado?
Then,
He will eventually become a slave
Of those melancholic waves,
Would be scared to defy Mob,
be anxious of past decisions,
frightened to Even live.
Or
Maybe he would suffocate in those giant waves ultimately leading his last moments
Just for him to remember-
The sand that once his hands' contained
Was now fleeting from his hands
Forever-
Or maybe that was the sand's fate.
        
                                -d'chu.
As if even the castles are longing for someone to remember them:/
A rapid succession to mobility,
limbs dragging ourselves
to the minutiae of this moment,
heaving and desperately
black aim to save myself
needing hydration
of the blazing fluids,
water shooting up
sprinklers are a cup,
Distention of the cancer,
in contrast to the dancers,
fluidly moves,
the shower show
are their waterfalls.
What is soft, is innocence stolen,
down by the park,
a beast has now woken.

Dreams shatter like twigs
****** intentions,
Anxiety replaces
A child's confidence.

A hungry wolf
A candle wish,
now ever blown out,
Torment has spoken.
A metaphor piece about child ****** abuse of a stranger danger and how it causes PTSD and mental issues for the victim and often for decades of trying to heal.  The inspiration for this piece was Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains.
i told myself
that you never meant
to just
vanish --
but the silence came
like a tide,
slow
and steady
until it swallowed me
whole.

i watched the waves,
they pulled back too.
far enough
that i knew
what was coming,
wasn't just quiet.
it was a tsunami
disguised
as distance.

i waited
intently --
not because you promised,
but because my soul
believed that you
still could.

now every crashing thing
reminds me
of you.
not the goodbye,
but instead the space
you never filled again.
soul; entry seven
date wrote: 1/7
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