Galaxy

You said the stars are a metaphor

For the love you have for me

But I’m left here remembering

That the stars aren’t infinite

And at some point we all die. 

I want to believe you love me

But this black hole is swallowing me whole

And its easier to think

Than to do

And for that reason

I give up on you.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

A nice view...
Knowing that it is over can be hard or liberating.

Enjoyed the read.
Scott