the stars i hung up in the sky for you have begun to lose their light
flickering, dimming, powering down the infinite constellations created in your image
the asteroids have ceased their orbits, the sun has lost its pull
what point is there of the sun, when there is no you
so let me become the dying sun in the wake of your absence
come hither into my arms as my world collapses around me again, as it has so many times before
the death, the destruction, the desolation of it all
let it pierce into the crevices of the black holes in my heart, cratered, and resembling the moon
shatter me and return me to the stardust that once was, aimless and anchorless in the deep vast outer space
a wretched wasteland, awaiting a new purpose to be reborn
may the remaining particles of my stardust knit themselves back into a blanket to lay upon your shoulders
a lingering echo of the galaxies i built for you
