White dwarf in a garden of eden
strolls along multicolored streetlights,
nodding at the spectrum manifesto
as lullabies meet and senses heed
henceforth the eve of madrugada.

Expansion was to blame,
as was the thesis I forgot to write
but mailed anyway.

The stamp failed to stick,
as did our hate,
despite our tries.

We abandoned ourselves,
left to roam alone hand-in-hand,
rolling around our own private land;

regarding the brilliance
of the unwritten plan.

The sky held no surprise
as the other galaxies evolved;
imagined no second thoughts
when we chose to dissolve.