I speak in starlight,
threads of maybe tangled in my throat
Fate flickers like static
a signal I follow
with closed eyes

Each voice feels written,
then unwritten

I hold out my hands
as if the sky might answer,
as if someone might stay
long enough
to read the same stars

You walk through years
wearing the residue of once-voices.
The air shifts when they vanish.
Not loud. Just
less.

Some leave like sleep does
on the edge of dawn
almost,
almost,
then nothing.

The tangled threads of connection fray.
Unravel with no ceremony.

You forget the colour of their laughs.
Then the shape of their silence.
Finally, the weight of being known.

Loss is not one cut.
It is sediment.
Layered
a geologic record of every
“remember when?”

You grieve the collapse
of a constellation
only you could name.
It falls
quietly
into itself.
Star by star.
Touch by touch.
A spiralling black hole.

This is how the heart breaks now
not in halves,
but in echo,
each silence larger
than the last.

Sleep where shadows blend
Wraps weary souls
In velvet deep

they were right when they said grief comes in waves

some waves are like dipping your toes into swirls with the sun kissing your shoulders

others are thunderous, threatening to pull you under the icy swells

they push and pull you

you cling on

waiting for the next break in the tide

Praying the next wave won't be the one to drown you.

Hell is empty and all the demons are here
Or so goes the story
From William Shakespeare

How can those demons on earth do they tread
In all their glory
Nestle inside my head

Sleep is remedy
For a heart that is in pain
The ultimate cure

An eternal sleep
Is a final remedy
For the sleepless heart