Maybe tomorrow we can talk about the stars,
and how they slipped from my fingers
when I traced my hand across the sky.
We’ll measure the distance between
Jupitar and Mars,
determining how far it is between
my heart and yours.
We’ll fill a cup with the nebulous reasons
the stars are falling from the sky,
package them in rainbows, and
shuttle them to another galaxy.
Maybe life on another planet will
reassemble my heart before it turns
into a supernova.
Maybe you won’t see it from where
you are, the dust particles blocking your view.
It may be your attention will be too focused
on a new star formation to notice.
Perhaps we’ll drift and one day meet
at the Great Attractor.
Or, if I’m lucky, I’ll be swallowed
by a black hole.