There is a crinkle in the line of time
Where you were mine.
It goes in loops through space
Over and over through seas of effervescent stars.
A universe kind of love.
A galaxy of heat
But It burns too fast my dear
And that crinkle is now a coil
Waiting for release
So I loosen my grip and watch you float further away from me into the night
And although there is black
There is also the moon and it’s beautiful pull
And that spinning sphere of blue.
There’s me and always you.