#floating away

We used to fold forever into small things coffee spoons clinking like it meant something permanent your jacket on the back of my chair as if absence was a rumor we'd never confirm

We learned each other in the grammar of habit your laugh arriving before the joke was finished my hand already reaching for where you used to be

But time doesn't break things loudly it edits a missed call here, a shorter reply there the slow rearranging of a room after someone decides not to live in it anymore

I started noticing the space first not the fight, not the leaving just the widening quiet between your name and my mouth

We still said "someday" like it owed us something like it hadn't already started collecting its debts We still smiled in photographs as if the camera couldn't tell the truth

And then one day the conversations stopped pretending to continue themselves we became two people carefully not reaching for the same past

Now I replay you in fragments a door closing softer than it should a sentence left unfinished on your tongue the way we both acted surprised when forever turned out to be temporary with better marketing

I am the void,

a vast emptiness,

stretching beyond comprehension,

a whisper of nothingness

in the silent expanse of the cosmos.

My edges blur into the infinite dark.

But across this profound abyss,

a singular beacon trembles.

A star,

a distant promise,

a pinpoint of blazing existence

against the absolute black.

I am always moving.

A slow, imperceptible drift,

propelled by an ancient longing.

Every particle of my being

strains towards that faint luminescence.

An eternal pilgrimage,

a constant yearning.

Yet, I never arrive.

The distance is absolute,

a cosmic irony.

The space between us

is too immense to cross,

a chasm that expands

even as I pursue.

Still, its light persists.

A needle-prick of pure hope,

it pierces the endless night of my existence.

It is the only truth I know,

the only warmth in my cold,

boundless self.

This solitary star, its quiet,

its brilliance a constant reminder

of something beyond my reach,

something vital and alive.

And in that unyielding hope,

I, the void, find my purpose,

eternal reason for being.

#Stonewalls

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And I need this man to absolutely lose it over him in the process.