The Poet and His Lover

is it for real?

  oh,

 I already knew

 i have

 a mind of something 

inhuman i said,

 "Duh, okay.

 What's the point of watching movies

if you can experience them

 by yourself. 

Let's have stars of our own."

 Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

 I should have said 

what my brother

 often said, 

"What a kid."

 Now he

 and I went 

stargazing

 finding out

 whether our fate

 lies beyond 

the constellations

 or we have nothing

 but a swollen black holes

 that would soon 

tear us,

 crush us,

 pain us, 

break us 

apart.

 He said

 he was a seer

 he could claim 

the future

 he could make a

 tomorrow of us together

.Everything 

he said he saw

 happened

except that there

 was no never
an

 us.

 his fingers

 fitted perfectly 

into mine

 he finally filled

 the gap between

 the universe
and me. 

 his hand hanged

 there underneath 

mine was

 a gradual satisfaction 

that there 

was maybe

 just maybe 

a tomorrow 

for us.