I feel every vibration of every atom in your warm breath
as you sigh into my ear- a humid, ephemeral softness
which takes me away with it.
I inhale and feel the scent of charcoal and a fresh Marlboro
enter my nose and escape through my throat.
While I’m still sitting with you on the bed,
I feel the laugh of the girl in the pink house down the street
and a pulsing star seven galaxies away,
desperately holding onto its last bit of life.
One day that will be us.
And I’m going to miss you, you know.
Whenever we’re gone,
and you’re a black hole,
and I’m a particle of dust on some particle of a planet,
I’ll still miss you.
I’ll whizz around, trying to balance myself,
Frantically shifting charges.
But really that search for equilibrium
will be a search for you.
Somewhere light years away.
Do you think we’ll ever meet again?
I think maybe one day,
we’ll both be floating around out there,
and when we collide,
the universe will collapse
And do you know where we’ll go?
To the same lost place as your sighs and those laughs.