She weaved through the cosmos
coaxing starlit dreams from my head
grasping them with cold, dead fingers she
bottled them up and
welcomed them into the abyss.
A lulling whisper to
“seize the day”
and so I read all night
until my soul ached and
i waited for the darkness to claim me consciousness
and i hoped with every stupid fibre
of my being, falling
                         falling
back into that untouched world
of broken, bloody nothing’s
that if i could lie in that space
for long enough
i just might see her
Again