He was standing on the edge.
The stars, all of them,
shouted at him
but in a frequency
he was unable to listen.
Bellow him,
the tempting emptiness,
the absence of everything,
good and bad.
It was hard to resist
taking that path.
So fast. A shortcut.
He never knew how to wait.
- There is no shortcut to
anyplace worth going-
remember her mother saying,
but he never understood those words.
His little planet
was becoming extinct.
Trees were dying
on their knees.
He raise one of her feet
and put it over the emptiness;
when his phone started ringing.
A friend texted him.
He was coming over in five.
The phone in his hand became
a thin taut gold thread
that guide him back inside.