Dark Matter

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