Creative Writing

Loving in new dimensions

The rift tore open, and you dissolved
flickering beneath a separating veil
your shadow bled on cosmic floor.
I licked sharp static from my fingertips, tasted
a world you do not know. One single set of
footprints in magnetic snow.
Perhaps we might brush shoulders on a dying star
where space trash crackles beneath our backs
and black holes hum your endless name
Not just the echoes of it.
I watch you fly in every comet
an afterthought in every world lost
at the edge of mine.
These constellations of regret
throw strange shapes across the night
when somewhere, you exist - full-boned,
leaping, not just pieces of you, somewhere
atoms practice form in gatherings
of dust.

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