c o n s t e l l a t i o n s

I want to leave this world with not a bang, but with a whisper.
With the silence of the ripples of a thousand universes imploding upon each other.
Because that's what loving him was like
everything
then nothing at all.

He was stardust.
The organized rubble of the galaxies' demise.

I was the darkness.
The charcoal outlines of the planets' misfortune.

Together
we will cease existing
and become stardust once more.