Dark Matter
Love is like the dark
matter: it holds together
the universe, yet
mine was broken and
fallen into myriad
of subatomic
particles like the
ashen, shattered pieces of
a fractured mirror.
I am aware,
my love, that I need to go
on the journey of
mine, without you. But
tell me, where to start; where to
take the very first
step into a new
life when I am even
incapable of
moving..? Even the
stars faded tonight, the moon
was blinded, the sky
is gone out choking
the love-red sun. Tell me who
am I suppose
to make it on my
own without your dark lightning;
without your black silken light.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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