-The Fault

I stop right below open 

caskets and embrace dead air.

Silence. Crippled and slowly

dying to get in. Its a probable

cause, death is of itself.

Water falls like an inevitable 

side effect. It falls down 

those inevitable slopes onto

blouse and tie. I notice

the universe in your cold hands

and pursed lips. for a moment 

I take comfort in the fact that 

the universe has to take 

notice of its newest member.

I wave a hand over your nostrils

to make sure you made it there.

This was our tiny infinity's end,

such an unlikely event

blows moons out

of orbit and places the fault on the ill alignment

of stars. The logic of our forever had gone unnoticed,

though we prayed that the

universe would take note.

A youless me, sounds more and more like death,

though it is only a side effect of such. I think you would

find it poetic that a side effect

of death would be the such thing to lead me to

my very own.

Find stars to fill the void?

I'll curse stars to avenge you,

until my toxic cells lead me to  where we'll create another infinity.