​Was it the weight,
or the gravity,
that collapsed my soul?
Creating the interstellar
anomaly that was you,
an indecipherable message
out of time.
A place where the laws
of physics don’t apply,
and definitions of
abstractions,
such as love,
already difficult to
describe,
lose their universality
as they are sucked into
the vacuum,
the space of infinitude
in my heart
that you once occupied.
Now just an ill-defined
blackness
measured by its echo.
Where there used to be
a lightyear’s leap of faith
there is now
just a hole.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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