I have galaxies growing inside me.

I move on like light speed

You are nothing more than

A fleeting star blinking out.

The pain you think you caused is gone

Down a black hole never to be seen again.

I revolve around bigger suns.

I see colors you don’t know exist.

I am more complex than you thought.

I have more life forms than you’ve ever seen.

But if I have galaxies growing inside me

Then why am I still revolving

Around that black hole you disappeared in?

Why are colors washed out

And planets dull?

My suns combusted when you left.

Gravity stopped

And I was left alone.

Yes I have galaxies growing inside me

But I am empty.