The night Utopia vanished
I cried in his arms
Our lunar kingdom
Unraveling quietly
We watched
As our carbonated memories
Were popped
And poured into the sea
And with them
He’d be gone
We’d be blown away
Sand grain
Dissipating gently
To become something of the new world

I wondered:
If I become a silver moon goddess
Will I still sense his laugh in my atmosphere
Beckoning me to find him
If he becomes a great lion
King of the wild arid jungle
Will he still chase his Utopian queen?
If I become parts of starry sea
Will he still remember me?

He played me a song
to hush my neon tears
Fist pumping the blackness above us
He kissed my salty hair
To keep my flower crown
From wilting
“Can I keep you?”
I pleaded
crushing waves

Young gravity
began flooding our fort
I buried my fevered face in his chest
As pieces of him
Dissolved
Gone
In nothing more
than a crisp silent sparkle