When I was already
on the verge of spilling
the number one as
I count down from ten,
there was no shadow of you.
And when I said it,
still none,
even after.
Then a thought
killed my illusion.
"Ahhh, I forgot that us is non-existent."
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
