To miss you is to shake the world like the apocalypse
& all known myths vanish to cosmic depths.

That is,
if you are still there or somehow in time unknown
you choose to imitate those myths doomed
& decided that after all, stars never explode
but devoured by spotless black holes of your memories.

Your home rests under polar lights;
sleeping under dancing specks of dusts.

To miss you is to allow the gods kneel
while I am lost in a young galaxy,
light-years away, perhaps just a millimeter, from home.