We bought the galaxy
on a mortgage of borrowed time.
Because I wanted
to give you something grand
and you wanted space
and all of the stars.
Who’s in charge of this?
Not us, lying in a single bed
traversing the skies;
you need a bottle-opener
for your wine,
so you destroy a planet
and forge one in a star –
one use only.
I tell you that if we fall
into a black hole,
we’ll see in front of us
everything that will ever happen;
and you tell me you’ll look behind,
instead.
We try and find one,
but our hands come up empty,
and you say you never liked
vacuums, anyway.
I know all this.
I’ve always known all this,
and yet still,
I let you destroy
any home we create;
your hammer on the mantelpiece.
Perhaps spinning through the universe
is worthwhile,
because it means you
have to hold onto something;
finally.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
We bought the galaxy
on a mortgage of borrowed time.
Because I wanted
to give you something grand
and you wanted space
and all of the stars.
Who’s in charge of this?
Not us, lying in a single bed
traversing the skies;
you need a bottle-opener
for your wine,
so you destroy a planet
and forge one in a star –
one use only.
I tell you that if we fall
into a black hole,
we’ll see in front of us
everything that will ever happen;
and you tell me you’ll look behind,
instead.
We try and find one,
but our hands come up empty,
and you say you never liked
vacuums, anyway.
I know all this.
I’ve always known all this,
and yet still,
I let you destroy
any home we create;
your hammer on the mantelpiece.
Perhaps spinning through the universe
is worthwhile,
because it means you
have to hold onto something;
finally.
Something I wrote for a creative writing portfolio in first year of university.
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