To the universe, we are nothing more
than a cesspool of microscopic splints
shooting off in random directions,
colliding predictably the way atoms do.
To the two of us, under the same night sky
our bodies and eyes are celestial,
kinetically entwined, radioactive.
To me, you are an ersatz soulmate;
a placeholder for the one
who will eventually end my cosmic loneliness
YOU ARE READING
The Letter I Never Sent
Poetry'speaks the death of regret of things~ unsaid and undone'
