The Space Casino's Closing Act "A losing bet on home and hearts under the spinning stars"
I’ve seen softer landings on painted moons,
Better partings beneath a cracked saloon.
You blinked, and the signal broke,
A staged flicker in a hollow sky.
That wasn’t you behind the glass,
Just a ghost rehearsing scripted lines.
Where warmth once pitched its fragile tent,
The sand crept in, grain by grain,
A slow invasion beneath the skin,
Years carried away on the wind’s monorail.
Sharp as venom slow dancing through blood gone cold,
The clock hands spun like they were lost,
Dragging yesterday’s corpse.
A sandstorm rewrote the map we drew.
Love became a mirage,
Faint in the fevered view.
Before the ruins crumbled in my hands,
Before the skyline dimmed like dying light,
I thought love was a fragile sculpture,
Something shaped by hands that held it right.
I dreamed I was Michelangelo,
Shaping love from cold inanimate stone,
Believing even broken pieces could belong,
Believing even shattered forms could fit,
Waiting for touch to make them whole again.
I thought love was just a theorem,
Fixed constants and set of rules,
A slow reaction chasing a bond,
A gravity reluctant to move,
A fall that whispered "hold me close,"
A touch dissolving without a trace,
A pull that faded with the dawn.
But you,
You were dark matter,
The silent scaffold of the void,
Tugging threads beneath the surface,
The unseen hand that shaped my heart.
No light escaped your quiet hold,
No gleam betrayed your drifting flight,
A phantom presence, shapeless, still,
A secret folded in the night.
Lost and scattered through time and space,
A love story that would never be traced.
Its fractured light threw shadows long,
Blurring the line between right and wrong.
We spent the night on hologram sand,
Moonwalk rehearsals without a sound.
The surface cracked, the gravity’s gone,
But we kept the dance.
Afraid of a crowd that didn’t care,
A sea of faces that wouldn’t dare.
Frozen memories, a lost romance.
Yet,
The theorem shattered like fragile glass,
A constant lost to black hole’s embrace.
Stars folded in on themselves, as if they knew
That light may not always tell the truth.
Now, the silence thickens in the void,
The sky cracks open, shadows deployed.
No strings left to pull, no cure to cite,
Your presence fades, but the ghosts recite.
The moon wanes black, the sky unspools,
The axis bends beyond all rules.
Nebulas shiver, the firmament cracks,
The cosmos sighs,
Its secrets spill.
The pulse slows down,
A dying sound.
We orbit empty, tethered by chance.
The final curtain, no turning back.
I traced your frequency in the void,
A lonely signal I couldn’t avoid.
You flickered like a star in a dying night,
Looping out of phase and out of time.
In the slow decay of days,
I found no sound.
Silence settled,
Where love was found.
Nebulae weep through invisible scars,
A conflict between the light and dark.
The universe hums its final tune.
Neon ghosts on shattered screens,
Retro shadows in cosmic dreams.
Gravity’s tether snaps and fades,
The last bright light slowly degrades.
Stars blink out with no last word,
Data lost in a world unheard.
A silent drift through endless night,
Old futures swallowed by fading flight.
The trial failed, The lesson learned.
No reply, No bridges burned.
I meant those words,
Each one I said,
Left like our old Polaroids,
Scattered and fading slow.
But you forgot them all.
The mug still waits by the closed window,
Lights dimmed to the soft glow you loved.
Pressed play on our favorite jazz song,
As if it might summon you
From the lounge next door.
But love isn’t architecture.
It can’t hold what’s meant to fall.
It can’t breathe life
Into a broken hall.
You didn’t vanish.
You just wore a face that isn’t yours,
A familiar silhouette in a borrowed coat,
A stranger with your gestures,
Smiling with your teeth.
But none of it truly feels like you.
It almost feels like a corridor
Where warmth doesn’t visit anymore.
