When you touch me,
it feels like the universe folds in on itself,
squeezing everything into this one, tender moment.
Time seems to stop -
a beautiful kind of frozen feeling,
and I can’t help but be pulled closer by the gravity of your skin.
But you’re like a comet,
streaking through my quiet life,
leaving behind trails of warmth that quickly disappear, too fast-
and then space just opens up around me, a huge, painful emptiness.
This galaxy is so big,
and I’m just a lonely star,
every twinkle a wish whispered out loud for you to come back;
to fill this space again.
I wish for you, a whole constellation of you-
to close the distance between us;
to make all this silence go away.
Instead, I’m stuck in echoes,
where love is stretched tight like thin threads in the dark.
The universe feels like it’s mocking me with how endless it is;
and your absence is a heavy, unforgiving weight.
