The sounds of worlds colliding became their theme. The electric cottonballs of supernovas lit their dwindling path and they gulped down words --like "hope" and "promise"-- to soothe their burning tongues.
Two bodies falling tangentially. They were born haphazardly and lived and ceased with each accidental brush of their hands.
With their world-calloused hands, they bore heartbreak. With singed tongues, they gave pain a name. With storming eyes, they eclipsed the stars.