Look at me, a silhouette
Curves beside the bed, can't touch the hollow
I search the warmth, it's in the space between us
Planets undiscovered, no one to enjoy them
Yet they thrive there's no witness to see that they're alive
The blood quickens I bellow out
But there's no sound, no one to listen
Leaning away on the edge to conceal my pain
Leaning into the depth I found contained
Universe, death as the watcher
What to do with this emptiness
Enfolding points of light, hung with vast spaces
To the home inside myself
Where the arms stretch, the entirety of everything
Rest your head upon my chest
Hear the pulse of galaxies, the rise and fall
Would you lean
It's so bleak
It's uncomfortable