And I saw you one day
Burning in the pit of your
Careful mistakes
Dying through wasted breaths.
Every second branded into
Forgotten passion, your
Gross miscalculations apparent on your
Hide.
In that day
Just for a second
Killing you would have been kindness
Left instead to your
Monotony
Not the greatness you deserved.
Only God will remind me how
Painful it was to lose your
Quiet calm, the
Rest you filled my soul with.
Scars support what is left
Tossing me from sleep at night
Under the glaring judgment of stars,
Vindictive in their stares
Weary in their weight
Xenon-like because they don’t exist without
You and I together

But the story isn’t finished and I refuse to submit to structure,
Especially that made by stars that have forgotten what it was like
To be dust.