You held the constellations in a hot iron grip
I caressed the stars, never letting them slip.
You ****** the air in short hurried breaths
I embraced the life, grateful until there's nothing left.
You jabbed at the sky and screamed until your throat was red
I hoped to the heavens and was answered in my head.
You disappear from the world and cope with it by drinking
I disappear from the world and cope with it by thinking.