The Sky Is Falling

you see, the sky is falling down. the sky is falling down, and i am alone, and you are across the world, and your sky - your sky is still in tact. there are no intergalactic cracks; your sky is one shooting star after another. the planets are falling, aligning in a shape that spells your name, aligning in the shape of your face, aligning in the shape of something i couldn’t have. you see, the sky is falling, and i am not sure that i can put it back together. the stars tumble down, and they are dull, they are broken and shape-less, and , this might be a metaphor. but sweetheart, the sky is falling, and i am alone. sweetheart, i am afraid the sky has fallen.