Our lives are like the planets,
the stars,
the rain,
and the moon.
It’s everything but nothing.
Empty in meaning,
always relative to the observer.

The Love that you craved,
a desert with hope of water.
Inside an ocean,
a tiny grain of sand.
A smaller part of a bigger whole,
my life,
a tiny part of the vast Universe.

The Galaxies stretched across time,
the colors that spread across the sky.
Like the Love that merged,
a painting on a canvas.
A picture that you only understood.

The Love you injected in to my bones,
turned them brittle.
When I crashed,
broke in to a million diamonds.
Spread across the night sky,
into Stars they turned.
To look over the lost souls,
that Love took into her fold.

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