Stunned in the nucleus of the microcosm we'd created, I watched you as you ceased to be what I knew or wanted to know.
I waited as you flew off the handle of the door you were clutching forever leaving; always I shook as you felt tears I never cried on your shoulder and turned back to the life you promised you’d lead.
Promised. I never wanted that from you. I never craved forever aloud or begged for a guarantee. I only wished for today and tonight and now. Not later. So leave.
Grasp that handle. It’s your only anchor to the here and now, because I know you.
I know the beautiful words that fall with certainty won’t be surfacing tomorrow. I know the blood that pulses between us isn’t rhythmic all the time. We’re unharmonious in these evolved states. But we fought ourselves down to our most basic, and we could've stay if we believed in the primal integrity of yes. But we can’t and we don’t.
So we recant every sound we made together, every motion that moved us however briefly. We implode.
We could've been a supernova, but this, this is a blackhole.
Slightly revised repost--let me know what you think!