I’m the space between stars
Black
and empty
& now
Soulless
The coffee stares back at me.
I used to explode with brilliance
And you lay on your purple divan
Observing me at a distance
“I’m
not even here.”
A string that tethers desolate bodies:
I yearn
and
I yearn
and
I yearn
and
I yearn
and
I yearn
And no one talks during cosmic journeys.
If I had only stayed still
If you had only whispered.
I’m skipping joyfully towards entropy
“It’s not like anyone observed you they just presupposed you from the arc light.”
I don’t have anything left to say
It’s not like you’re invited
We’re all trapped by space.
(c) A.R. Minhas 2022
