Dear, the Universe

 

I wish you good travels on your journey

Reaching outwards towards the edges

the desolate pits of nonexistence

Tumbling over like caressing weeds

 

Though how peculiar you are to be

Chaptering a corner of existence

Wrapped around all I’ve known, stories

bigger than my life, my world

 

But deep in the dusk you seem so small

Cusped into my hands despite

Though it’s harder to bask in your contrast

As close-called anguish arises nearby

 

And Nearby seems to be getting nearer.

Foes forgotten inch closer to sight

And Farther seems to be getting farther.

As friends drift unknowingly away in the night

 

And yes, you house the stars illuminating the sky

But inside you, I breathe and house my home

A home carved out of warmth and etched into grief

And I have no intentions of leaving

 

From your resident,

Me