He had given me some bittersweet stories.
All spoken of him leaving.
He says he always misses me.
He says that's why he has to go.
The void keeps growing.
Every night it's tearing at my chest; a hole.
And I'm trying to come up for air.
I'm trying to take control.
I'm not listening, and I'm not fine.
I said "you're not from this planet."
But really you're not from mine.
Like a beautiful supernova.
Something too heavenly to keep in.