space history

The decision, like a closet,

musty with old tears, the darkness smelt  

of hugs ungiven, hugs withheld in greed;

as if love could ever run out…

and yet it did, it does,

time and time again, first a steady light

and then the explosion into hell.

That is how it felt,

those days before the leaving;

your eyes, empty holes, alternate universes,

never looking my way, perched already ahead

in that realm without me, in that space

filled behind me, and in my ears the sound

of dirt hitting the wooden lid -

my hands banging, the darkness evolving downwards;

a grave, a singularity, a forlorn cry

into the expanding vacant spaces between the memories

of all that had been.