poetry, Writing

Space Love

Falling through the void
Hoping for a chance
Always wanting to prove something to everyone else


He reaches out to grab a star
But gets only a small handful of dust
The planes are so intangible
The acid is clouding his mind in so many ways

Redundancy
It starts to wear on him
Begins to annoy

The colors fly through the spatial fibers
His mind races far too quickly to register any one thing fully

He reaches out to take her hand
And realizes that she’ll never be next to him again

He hopes he never comes back

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