Napalm skies, 20-seconds-too-late
Your comments shot like comets
across a universe we once shared
The craters in our moons
exist to prove that something powerful
once happened here.
Eons apart in galaxies far, far away
I wonder if stars always arise
from black holes
—or is it the other way around?
And eventually the particles of your world
so potent, so magnetic
lose their stitching
just like everything else
until we are both hollow vacuums
in lieu of the light we once emitted
burning through other people's nights
unbothered and unaware of
what kind of destruction
we may have left behind.
Burned the letters in broad daylight
because those days don't mean much to me anymore.
Tiny cities fade to black,
tiny love behind your back
Tiny moments I left behind are
tiny memories you'll never find.
Lost sight of the landing pad,
cut the cord and watched the
lack of gravitational pull
float it all away to
I'll never get to know.