A habit that will hunt me down for some time, is what thy had left behind.
Along with the passion of gazing moon and stars.

The nebulas’ unfading body deluded me,
with the idea of eternity.
Long after I learned that the tiny planets we giggled at,
Was throwing big laughs at our non act dramaturgy.

The severity they showed upon the tail of Ursula major and yet too pale for my here,
was nowhere near enough to tore down the disguise of thy “ily”.

The touch of a gentle summer night breeze leaves a bittersweet memory of the green days.
The sunlight I exposed in corporeality,
burns through me down though not unfamiliarly.
Was there a day, the sunshine that used to bring me joy only took my smile away.

The entropy was big from the start, under gravity we
couldn’t contract with the dust and gas unlike the rest.
Me alone driven away to the dark,
With nothing but some remnants.
Thy alone drove away to the dark, where no lights reach from
my sight.
Truht betold,
the earth is round,
but the shape of the dark is nothing but couple of odds.
Indeed,
“We still are drifting away.”