studying her orbit
breathing in her stardust
as though she were the very beginning of all human existence.
I watch him,
A Galilean idol of my heliocentric universe.
My every though revolves around the way he holds his breath when he is sad.
And yet, I am nothing more than a sunspot on his horizon.
A temporary solar flare
unnoticed offerings of passionate love
dissipating in the black hole of his peripheral.
He studies her
like the phases of Venus;
waiting for her to come full circle and shine upon his face
never noticing that the shadow cast upon her
is the residual effect of his eyes passing through me on a street.
It's not that I couldn't live without him
but when searches the skies for her
relentlessly
When he mourns the loss of even her most uncaring way
I can't help but choke on the reality that He is my Sky
and I am but an endless ocean
full of his heartbroken tears.
full of his heartbroken tears.
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