crashlanding [poetry]

suspended in space.

I had no words with which to trace through the stillness of the cosmos, nor could I describe the frost-haired figure I'd seen, who brought the first icy stars to life with a single breath.

But some things, nonetheless, remained certain; that I was holding the shape of your hand with empty space pounding in my ears; that we were tumbling through the very rip of time itself, the hourglass of all that was left on earth spilling out like sand.

That everything was suspended and exploding all at the same time, and the very heart of the universe was throbbing around us.