This is something I learned:
The stars are farther than they seem to be.
The coldest among the stars are red.
The stars look stationary, but they are not.
They move slowly away from each other.
Most of them separating, slowly into transparency.
We were the same way.
Too close for comfort and disappearing suddenly.
We were undeniably intense and erratic.
Our souls often orbit around ourselves.
Constantly pulling and pushing,
releasing and grasping.
It could be the cause for eternal destruction.
And yet with it,
We could collide, make things significant.
We made a space.
But even with these, you were the cause of my confusion.
It was as if I missed the equation
or lost the connection
between humanity and belief.
To this day, I do not know the capability of your love.
You had no consistency.
No gravity to hold us steady.
You choose to drain out.
And despite this,
I remain here alongside you.
As the moon settles where it is,
I am in proximity of you, always.
