I'm an astronaut.
I've visited you.
As I look up in the sky I can see your home,
In a constellation of hurts, lost loves, and lonelier plantets.
It is a place of regret for me.
We don't go there anymore.
I'm a star and you're a star.
When stars collide, the shards of shrapnel
Hang in the void and aggregate around
The biggest lump of heartbreak they can find, that lump
An iron block in the pit of my stomach
That rises to choke off my voice.
I've traveled the stars, I've shone so bright,
Yet all that answers my stuttering fear
Is the darkness.
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