What happens when,
the light from the stars fades away?

What happens when,
the twines once taut fray?

What happens when,
a longing,
once together,
becomes alone?

When indifference, like bleach,
scratches and,
tears,
grinds and,
flairs,
destroys what was,
devours what's theirs.

When all is symmetric,
white as a bone.

What happens then?
why,
now,
do I feel alone.