They say every ending is a new beginning but what if the beginning feels like the end? What if you're standing at the precipice looking back at everything you've lost?
The ancient cosmic dust Now drifts in icy currents I trace the lines of galaxies But find only the void The pulsars of our secrets Just static in the ether Where i once found you Is only a dying sun
You were my constellation, now scattered to dust.
I whisper to the cosmos For echoes of your Prescence But only the vacuum answers As all the bonds we forged They crumble to the ground It haunts me still to this day
And so i drift, a lone asteroid through endless silent dread



















