Space Pollution

its 2am and i feel sick. my thoughts
are completely jumbled
like tangled wires,
my stomach swims in anxiety.
i miss him. so much.

sometimes the truth hurts, and the ones
who you thought were grand
constellations combust into star dust.

he's space pollution now,
to get swept away with the wind.
but i, a cluster of self-aware supernovas,
once marveled at how he moved.