Meteoric Love

Falling in love wasn’t linear. 

It came in swells, nebulous waves; each 

time one fell in love, the orbit changed.

We were never written in fate; we were 

scrawled in rooms imbued in dark, perfectly

absorbed in condemned gravity, tangling our

bodies so heavy with sleep, I can still feel the 

weight on me.

It lives in blood cells, cosmically infused.

Oh, astronomical chaos that was you.

But a star that burns too bright insists on it’s

own catastrophic destruction. 

Ill-fated, merciless stellar collision. 

We spiral inward, leaving behind galaxies and stars in ecliptic dissonance. 

I look back at the abendrot sky we left scarred, 

fading into the glow of dying embers,

a faint and spectral spark, 

only to be seen by those who look deep 

enough

in the dark. 

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