Elysium.
That’s how she looked.
Her eyes
Lit up my world
Like great quasars
In view of her cosmic smile.
Hell.
That’s how she felt.
Her touch
Corrupted my light
Like poison to the touch
And the taste of wormwood on my skin.
Empty.
That’s how she left me.
Her distant voice
echoes silently
In my broken mind
Traveling through the void of my now hollow soul.